Monday, March 30, 2009

I Like the way Blueberries look when they are stuck Beneath your Toes.

Do not fight for me or fight for you or fight for me to fight for you. Let us stand with our heads held high and our swords and our shields on the ground by our side, not hurting or fighting anything. We can stand back to back, not seeing each other, but knowing we are there to let us be free and let others be free and letting us just be. Not fighting anything. I do not want to feel your face break under the force of my hand, I do not want to hear your back break on the land when you are falling off the roof of a five story building. The five story building doesn't seem too scary, doesn't seem too tall, but when it holds your life in the palm of its hand and can break your back when you land, tell me, five stories isn't enough. We will never fight for anything. We will stand on a hill and tell the world what we think and what we believe in. We will shout out our rules and dreams and what we think is right. But if They disagree, they Disagree and a battle royale won't solve their problems. Hold my hand and stare into my back, read my freckles like constellations forming the future and changing the past. I'd like to say I'd like to be in history books, but I do not want to be, I will never be, History. I will be the present and the future and the past, the now and the forever and the past few millenniums, but I will never be the history.


All I know is that all around the nation
The girls are crying
And the boys are masturbating.

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