Late Nate Blog For The Slog. Poetics Of Thought And Arts.

What a whole life! What a day! Try as we might, we still must fight. Even in a weakened state, still gain strength! To persevere for the thrive life is right! The praise of money is wrong, turning process into things and numbers. My flesh is not to be taxed, for I am not a robot of zeros and ones. It's Zeros and Ones VS X's And O's!

The hunger of life strong, don't be left in the cold below. The vultures without virtue taint your name in the town to hurt you as a sad to way to try to save face for which they have none, they don't want their faceless interface with the machine to be exposed and discovered, uncovered! My red handed has rebranded, they will get spanked for their ways. Humiliation comes out from the daze reverse haze life in a haze.

The long life slogged, always enraged to get out of the grog. The pressure to drop your price into subsistence cycles. To become a working homeless, when struck with disease from poor quality in culture you suffer. The bleaked community of finger wagers, the whole scene gets to me. They want the tacky interiors, frivolous accentuations of blah.

Inhaling the smog while being a mere cog is making me sick. Don't worry and fret to your ill health, the pressures of numbers, of being treated as a number must stop. Go on to the undoing of the wrong language towards our being and reality. Many languages were taken in the name of so called progress, yet it is a savage regress. Now time to take the smugger technocrats tongues. Just like the movie The Matrix - How are you going to make your phone call if you can't speak - Mr. Smith.