OK. Fuck that last post. WHAT THE FUCK. I can understand if a child dies because of some heinous crime or accident. Granted. Shit happens and chance strikes the unlikely and unlucky. But that wasn't so in this kid, Gabriel Myers' life. When life hands you lemons you make lemonade. When life handed him a coke-driven mom coupled with filth bounded 12 year old soul-less demons this kid showed himself the shower head and drew the line.
WHAT IS HAPPENING. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HUMANITY. What the bloody fuck consumes a person, a PARENT, to self possess themselves so incredulously that they forget- or in most cases (with these parents)- simply neglect to give the child all it really ever needs- LOVE. It's as FUCKING SIMPLE AS THAT. LOVE. YOU JUST LOVE THE DAMNED CHILD. YOU'RE DAMNED CHILD. THAT IS YOU IN THAT FUCKING BEING. MORE THAN THAT IT'S YOU AND A WHOLE OTHER FUCKING CONSCIENCE. A WHOLE OTHER WORLD. A whole other spectrum of curiosity. For chrissake. Love. Please. Love.
Please. What if I told you the world was ending tonight? What then?
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Beauty.
Belief.
Poetry.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
--Robert Frost
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
--Robert Frost
Work Ethic.
Change.
Song.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
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