Today man learns his hard work is not less than worth the effort. Here is an account of man’s entire existence…
“Been working, years and years. I have slaved and labored. My life has been less than the worth of my work. I wake tired in the morning. I can’t give it up ‘cause I need to work. It’s not cool. I am tired and worn.”
…In other news a man decided to leap from a building after believing he was free and could fly away from everything.—He did.
Yo! Peeps! of the digital world?! What’s the word crazy birds? Nah, I ain’t that corny, but I try. Don’t hate. You know you like it ;-)
Anyway, peeps are are like little yellow things. They can be put into a microwave and heated and also explode. That’s fun. Don’t know ‘bout you but I like destruction. Who doesn’t? Like smashing glass just to hear it break. But, that’s not just for the sake of destruction, that’s for the sake of a beauty, an appreciation towards destruction that creates a beauty, in turn, a sound, in essence, that resonates something more beautiful than destruction for the sake of destruction…
...a spiritual jail of sorts of my own demise; that I've sadly believed I am too busy to enjoy the little things; the mistake in that I couldn't defy my own spiritual gravity; that I was confined to the laws of my own devise from what I have told myself and what has been told to me. Though I've come to realize and know that rules can be bent, even the laws of physics can be in some cases -- malleable. I'd like to believe, have faith and hope that I can think the unthinkable, to expect the unexpected, to be someone who can be both set apart from the rest but intrinsically connected, too; that I can take joy in life and experience an utmost appreciation of and for it. After all, without those breaths of air -- well, I am just so simply happy that I can breathe in -- and that I can breathe out...sorta makes me wonder how anything else could have the same profound effect...
