Long Day Long Life. I Feel It Started Through A Jolt. Poetry.

One last reminder when your on the brink. How hard things are and not to take anything for granted, makes you think. Down to the wire to feel inspired! Let my mega mind think tank transpire! I'm on the threshold! To behold. Jolted back awake to wake up from the shock. The muddy meddlers peddling paranoid propaganda, detox your mind and body, give your dreams the shot for the heart.

The nannering and pandering of the fake culture makes me want to bring out the crowd around out from the dreary cloud. So much noise, have people mostly forgot poise!? for pose!? Allow the community to re-orient to the small scale of social bliss. Dispel all the tech toys, don't be gollied by gizmos. Don't use entertainment to be anti-social.

I am my own medium of experiential encyclopedia! I am not alien to the earth, yet the insults are alien to my birth and true worth. Don't haze me to treat me like a pet. Need not ever put someone or some group down to insist on the rat race to be racist, instead get at the wrong wasted vocabularies, face this. It's all in how we speak.

The culture deems the people yet has no definition of man. Take the falsified claims off my person. I will not have my body to be taxed in labour. Our civilisation knows nothing of the human body or it's capacities!! Modern medicine treats the symptom but never the cause. It can feel like that real life sinister scam of Big Pharma!