Wolves Have Got Me

 This night, I sit and think upon what the coming flashpoint is.  Why it has not already been? Come on, we protested less than the things that this imitation government has done to those around us. I think back to the leaders of the past, how in the 60's, there was a fear, but damn it, you went into it, and you pushed past it.  And guess what? The world was better for it.  This is not a call to arms so much as a wakeup call.  For we have been asleep far too long.  We have allowed those that think they are in power to make rules that serve only themselves. The ones that pay the most, that is all they are loyal to.  It makes me sick.  Does anyone else see the masks of those around them falling? I do.  It pisses me off. Not that we were ever really fooled.  You just had a feeling on some level that this was the rot that lay under their pretty lies. Maybe a look you caught, or a word, or fuck just a feeling. There are so many more of us than...

What do you chase? Sex? Drugs? Rock & Roll? Bit of murder? Control? Over another? Yourself? Maybe the loss of that hard fought control? A taste upon your tongue? A Lost Loves touch? Maybe that RUSH the moment before you take that 1st hit? A sound you had to follow, the one you willing gave your soul to. The one that led you to that Crossroad at midnight. Fuck it.  Maybe it's the blood you crave once more?  The rush in your ears?  Your vision turning red? We all have an escape. A way we pick to slowly die, that makes us feel alive.

The things you hear when they think you are not listening, or that you are just not smart enough to. My Love you are correct, it is better to keep quiet and let them incriminate themselves.  I am at work once more. For the last few days, I have had these "insurance adjusters" in my lobby. They have spoken of the ways that they have cheated people out of their payouts. So that they can afford the cars, and steak dinners?  Explain to me what world thinks this good?  Never mind, I am seeing more and more like this every day.  Greed is a terrible thing, and to touch one of them, it is as if I want to cover myself in bleach. Though I fear that would not be strong enough to rid me of the aura of, not slime, but something akin? One has just stated that the only problem will be the owner of one home, has a lawyer as a son.  HOW IS THAT A PROBLEM, IF YOU ARE HONEST??? Oh, wait, it's not. I am starting to understand why some feel as if they have no power in these situatio...

I sit minding my own business, working on a sketch.  {Feeding Buttercup {the emotional support unicorn} an apple so she will hold still, the norm} I hear what sounds as if it is a bomb going off outside the lobby.                                               There is a normal sized, not overly large, etc. box truck that has hit the awning. There is a large chunk missing from one corner.                                                                               I have 2 questions;                                                      ...

 "Run like a Girl" When they say this to us, they want us to think it is an insult. Oh Fuck, you know what? It took me years to figure out that there is no shame in running like a girl. We are told, in many cases shown that we are but prey. We run for reasons that boys, men will never know. {Not sexist, just fact} My before? I have seen much, I should not have.  Would I change any of it?  Yes, and No. Hear me out? Yes, as there is still pain that comes from the "injuries" that never fades.  That I made it through? Yes, I did, more or less alone.  Why No?  Because no one should ever go through the shit I did. {That is an entire different post}   I keep thinking that I will end up burned at the stake again, over some thought, word, or deed? Worst of all?  What if I cannot protect those, I have come to care for?  I now fear this Time-Space.  No more can one live their Truth.  They must hide if you are not like those around you. Yo...