Aug 01, 2007 19:35
Chuck a pie in your face
stomp upon you with my serious boots
In your presence, I haven't a place
so I'll inwardly conspire mischevious musings
Inferiority is your stance
I don't have to like you, nor you, myself
But I certainly could use some help
New surroundings once again
attempts to plant roots make one weary with frustration
"If you don't know how, you should, or I'll do it myself"
becomes the constant claim of kin
Scratch all your CDs of blues and break them in half
The consistant hum-drum atmosphere
It all melts together and becomes the same
Drives me insane!
"Conform or scorn"
It's up to you
And I'm probably exaggerating some
but when will I have "my day in the sun"?
I wish I felt I fit in, and long to be free.
Splashing paint all around
rolling in mud, and flinging it about
running naked through natural surroundings
no judgement, no "evil eyes", no lies
fashion is a passion
flowers are fragrant and fruitful
sex, a natural expression of love, desire, and devotion
not perversion
nudity, natural beauty
status snd politics hold little meaning
music is essential
nothing "conventional"
Let us all converge and take comfort in absolute community
taking and giving back to the earth
the way it was
the way it should be