Friday, June 5, 2009

corn

We walk around in our decorations and manners and we believe there are things they know that we do not. We believe ourselves less than our abilities and we enjoy this process; our process. We enjoy it because we are told to enjoy it. It is not a direct tell nor is it something we are even aware of as it is happening.
We are mere images on the hyper-real assembly line that kicks out products conceived by those who stand the best chance of reviving the old one due to the global exchange of people and images with nothing but copy paper to show for it stamped with the signature of some over priced attorney who works for the old soul himself. LLc 98.2