"People"

"People" are in control of the world, they have this blanket reasoning, a way of conforming that is so contrived, considered, complicated, and ill conceived, that it has strings strewn across its waist unwillingly holding the filth in a perfect and pungent globe of degradation. Such is the way the filth flows to the celling, that every lining has its cloud grow old with mould, and false hope. Companies now are the kings of old, and their minions are the crawling feces that comply and con-sume the resources and components of culture, nature, nurture and cohesion. Human beings were the protectors, and guardians of the earth, who now, have become avid consumers, and defilers, we are no longer safe in our boxes, the surface, is fighting back.

Some days, even the most dramatic is tragic

A thousand people writing their thoughts on a porch that has space for a thousand more, is just the start of the way forward. We have a world of writing, a concept of understanding those scriptures that we conceive to be a functional way of reasoning, that happens to keep the world believing, that everything is just how it could be, and what we perceive it. We are nothing more then a sad state of reasoning, so many words go repeated, un-uttered, unheard by those they were meant for, albe it through sentiment, conscript, insult or reaction, there is far too much life for this petty and meaningless conjecture of assumptive approximations. We must just hope that despite all our vein efforts to ill comunicate all of our most heart felt words to those who we wish to hear them despite our wills, that they are found to be sufficiently acceptant of the emotion they ignore.

As we turn the pages

History was once a beautiful collection of the most cherished minds and artists. Life was portrayed in the most spectacular and inventive way the chosen wonders of the physical world had to power to display. Centuries of leather bound, gilt edged novels of law, culture and opinion. We have lost the power of greatness, the artisans no longer have a way to portray their craft at design and invention. The free world has allowed everyone an opinion, output, and social obligation to express their thoughts, and moreover their feelings to be aired an audience, the world, and all its inhabitants. People are filling the world, with their spawn, their thoughts, their opinion's, their pictures, art, photography, their ugliness. Beauty was something to savour, a small piece of the most expressive emotion known to man, encapsulated in a art so considered, so cherished, so perfect, it is honoured and coveted to this day. Where are the artists, where are the artisans, where are those who formed the human race, and wish for nothing more then the populous to subside.