Deepness, seriousness, realness, grace, understanding, they twinkle as we belch and grovel like newts. I hope to hell I can some day live up to the reflection I give these kids who are our future here. Okay, so now we may have some balls in our hand to play like big daddy's in a bad dream, but I am hopeful that the real will win out, the money peter out like the soda.
It's hard to explain, really. I feel like the Australian Aborigine letting his tribe die out in order to preserve an angel. The demons we let fly with casual passive/aggressive regularity are like cheap convenience store snacks. Look at them as they buzz like flies in the cheap lunch atrium of late eighties sky-lights and mall-like echoing emptiness.
I know it's cheesy, but damn. Tolkien imagined for usmuch better. Marble and crystal, gossamer and glass..... ah, what the hell, I live in the woods like a dirty Peter Pan with clipped wings. I hope to something real we somehow comprehend what we should do in the meantime as the world spins away its time and the depths billow like obvious impacts upon a common ground. Open the world, remember that your utube moment is only a moment. WOW is only a series of matrix screens unfolding as the true heroes ascend into chaos to defend an unending stream of data not to comprehend, but to defend, to apprehend, to lend. Give it up for our boys. The lost boys who we pass this mess down to. If you don't... well then..... your sleep will never end.