Saturday, November 1, 2008
I am social structure, you are a segment of that structure. The bones that are contained within me are made up of ideals that were formulated a long time ago among farmers who thought it prudent to not include an unwilling population of men, women and children, in the idea that all men are created equal. From there was born a style, an elegance of form that was to symbolize ones standing in the community; the white male dominated herarchy of social me and the standards I promote. You will have access to things others will not. You will have a road more readily ran on because you will have on a really cool pair of Nike's that feel like warm chowder on a cold and crispy day flowing down your heavily medicated throat because you live in a cold part of the country where a warm day is 48 degrees; and you are always feeling less than snappy due to your inflamed sinal cavity. You will go to school because I hold the keys to the doors, and I believe in you. You know somethin there large guy? What? The funny thing is....What? I am not real. I am completely made up. I live among the stars in the sky; and in the air you breathe and broadcast over and through. You will go far in life because I believe in you. I am social structure, and you give me life! 98.2 LLc
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