Time keeps on slippin’, but work keeps on trippin’ up my pace, as I slide on down the way looking at the world in a crazy daze, in a troubled state without a clue, without a reason except to find something to wear this season, but why would someone care about the clothes to wear when chaos is churning through the spirits of the free. Watchin’ and flyin’ through the murk and misery, with an open soul framed in barbed wire and tattered cloth. Nothing waits as destruction embellishes the sidewalk and crack pipes rot in the hands of the undead. I wander among the waste and find pearls shining amidst the grit and grunge. Where else can chaos manifest itself, but in forms of expression and splendor? Reaching in to put out to the world as a testament to inner meaning and outer response. The madness that runs through the minds of demented geniuses, conceived in form to portray tangible meaning with a scattering of order inflicted upon society to demon-strate those who manipulate and profit from the mass programing of an unenlightened populous. Consume and die, there is nothing left but wretched lives and human residue scarring the Earth and the souls of all living beings… but yet I still survive and make my way through this mess the only way I know how… lots of silly circles and smiling faces of others who have walked astray from the confines of convention. A warrior on the edge of time testing reality to dance with chaos and learning to discover PEACE.
