i still believe in anarchy)-well . . and there is a question as to where we stand , and so then , how does one find themselves trading in the actions in a roulette to make a quick buck , it seriously feels like a job and so the song goes , my mother knows why im still caving in after the ballot turns to a landslide , perhaps i dont like pretending but i never give a way for action , especially when confronted with a question that would slump those with the capacity to capture it , henceforth the back and forth , and without distractions . . so then the momentary caper and notice , perhaps it is dmso snd those jacked up sailors want that agony to subsist of marlboro malice that parts away with the religious aspects of the wild west and cartoon-like gangsters parish with the sex and the violence on set and on the silverscreen , all to watch the confusimg moment they all rob the cargo and kidnap the wives . .
so, going to the clinic can mean alot of things for many people, i can see how that might reflect upon your status of how well you feel, with there being just your personal health in question. but it can also mean you giving the right of passage to there being a second class citizen dilema, in the most part by becoming dependant on a drug market like the one you would find in a crack dungeon , but this one is logistically legal and by far more progressive as far as i know. new markets opening for herbal supplements and remedial medicine dont seem to bother me much, but it seems to me that nothing good can be expected from a comercial biproduct of a systemic downfall. if the reputation of someone who can claim to have the power to save lives can be so debilitating to the scars left on by the sustenance of a crumbled social mainframe that seems to be maladjusted to the welfare, and there being a status quo. so then who am i to question the syntax given to me by the requisite forms. is there really no knowledge beyond the reason of a doubt to be so suceptable to repeat the same mistakes in order to vindicate the nexus of a generation gone erratic. slow burning through the countless nights of uncertainty and hollow forms from a reality beyond its gates. at times i really dont want to know. i have a feeling i dont want to know. what lies beyond those grave sights? its beyond me, i know.
- maybe, idk
