Where is God when the world is ablaze? Why did the Devil discard his angelic grace? Why are people always bound in some craze? What ever happened to this forsaken place? This sacred race with a human face.
In our hands, our furred, finned and feathered friends meet their ends. We don’t think we need to make amends, but that all depends on current social trends indicating that before something breaks, it bends.
We don’t like to think a thought about more than we think we’ve got. The memory is out there, but it looks like we all forgot that a lazy person can’t be taught. If you can’t beat them. Greet them, but don’t get caught.
May 7, 2008 at 5:36 am |
Would that we could hold all that in our hands, probably being seventy or eight five percent liquid, it all flows out of us like water through a sieve. Maybe we catch some molecules though. Great going!
June 19, 2008 at 11:00 am |
Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation
Anyway … nice blog to visit.
cheers, Residual.