...saturday...cafe... you are beside me in bed in the subway... at the bar... when he goes to the bathroom... in the temple... mosque... your body... forest... reading this... making due with doing to do lists that you step all over and give up on before bullet journaling... before evernote... before... somethings got to give...
...what does progress mean to you?... look like...?... how have you progressed?... how have you remained stagnant... ?... what keeps you there?...
...cigarette break... watch you through smoke... through standing and making films of your life... a storyline that plays out in several nanonano seconds before she passes by and takes over... before i hear my name... my mothers voice... my mothers hands becoming papyrus... how?.. .when?...
...i'm getting old she says... i remain the same... still...
...tried this method and that... greg calls me a rolling stone... unable to stay in one place... but i'd like to... i'd like to anchor somewhere... all of us...
...isn't it wild that babylon trains us to be separate? individualistic... that community happens through consumerism... the moment you can't afford that matcha... you can't come in... the moment you can't afford that apartment... you will be outside of that neighborhood... interacting with those in your circles... becoming macbeth...
...progress would look like a commitment to a living situation and in turn everywhere else and everything else... if there were no clips to these wings... i may be traveling right now... i may be in thailand... in india... i may be making a home for myself somewhere in montreal... i like the cold... did i tell you... keeps me alert...
...a person of cosmos... i stay clear of boxes... of being defined victimized identified identifying with... and i love that we learned to love ourselves... whoever you are... i love that i accept and Love my features and skin and yours...
...you too... huh?... what if i told you...
...home is a n a... n cb... n family... n right... about babylon...
...violence... it reigns... where does it stem from?... separation?...
..we are raised to be separate... to be apart...
...you know this... me too...
...what am i doing about it?... you?...
...in the name of... the Most Compassionate...
...progress...
...what does progress mean to you?... look like...?... how have you progressed?... how have you remained stagnant... ?... what keeps you there?...
...cigarette break... watch you through smoke... through standing and making films of your life... a storyline that plays out in several nanonano seconds before she passes by and takes over... before i hear my name... my mothers voice... my mothers hands becoming papyrus... how?.. .when?...
...i'm getting old she says... i remain the same... still...
...tried this method and that... greg calls me a rolling stone... unable to stay in one place... but i'd like to... i'd like to anchor somewhere... all of us...
...isn't it wild that babylon trains us to be separate? individualistic... that community happens through consumerism... the moment you can't afford that matcha... you can't come in... the moment you can't afford that apartment... you will be outside of that neighborhood... interacting with those in your circles... becoming macbeth...
...progress would look like a commitment to a living situation and in turn everywhere else and everything else... if there were no clips to these wings... i may be traveling right now... i may be in thailand... in india... i may be making a home for myself somewhere in montreal... i like the cold... did i tell you... keeps me alert...
...a person of cosmos... i stay clear of boxes... of being defined victimized identified identifying with... and i love that we learned to love ourselves... whoever you are... i love that i accept and Love my features and skin and yours...
...you too... huh?... what if i told you...
...home is a n a... n cb... n family... n right... about babylon...
...violence... it reigns... where does it stem from?... separation?...
..we are raised to be separate... to be apart...
...you know this... me too...
...what am i doing about it?... you?...
...in the name of... the Most Compassionate...
...progress...
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