Monday, December 7, 2009
The most important insect to humans
The most important insect to humans,is the insect of opinion.It much like bugs carries diseases,it kills,it enlightens,it can help grow beautiful plants of thoughts in your mind,it can kill,it can die quickly and it can linger so you may never catch it.It opinion is as lethal and as charming as a white oleander,beautiful yet deadly. All in stride all in your mind,yet somehow we cannot escape the constant remembrance or reminder of peoples eyes, of their facial expression or the slightest hint of a raised eyebrow,we yearn for satisfaction in opinion,its human nature, it's unavoidable its how you take it.Its how your perception is only allowed a slight stray from what you thought before you noticed,the jealousy, the eagerness, the curiosity,the equivelance of us,of humans,and the demand for what is normal,we shall never know and we should stop trying to pinpoint an unrealistic perception of what in this trying,beautiful,unexpected and enlightening world is the most important,we may fear the most,we may need the most,we may never feel that satisfaction of knowing you beat it,you took that paper towel killed it,scooped in your hands and let it out the window,it is the cool breeze in the morning,it is the rainbow that no one else sees,and you feel its your secret and your prize,what is to you the most important insect to humans?
Sunday, December 6, 2009
bedtime tea/ bedtime people
what is it about people more boring than we expect...the element of surprise not expecting anything at all but in that we are and tend to be disapointed only in the aspect of not expecting anything and getting exactly what we intended. People are as intriguing and as unintriguing as a nancy drew or legit hardy boys book...we know its coming yet we choose to overlook for our minds sake and the element of surprise, how nice it is to be caught off guard and yet somewhat weak we feel when time as vulnerable as it is gets us when we least expect it at soul. If only peoples realization of best friend was that of time, analyticaly time and its elements would be our presents daily and people in themselves would find great comfort in fate, i wont hold my breathe but i do wish people would disect each day to their own benefit and purposefuly analayze the weird fate they do receve that others do not....one of a kind and beautiful at that time is...
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