no bs man

I seek my even flow from the waters that never vary in strength or consistency. They run smooth and crisp while cutting through the meadows that are packed with pine trees like crayons in the box. I feel too much here and the words drive me mad. The cars, the noise, the way people are and act; this is all so far removed from our practice. When we were younger we role played visciously. That was us kids creating our behavior; the scrappy kind amongst others cubs like us. That was our practice. We get older and lose our play and exchange it for conformity so we can get grey and die unhappy as the kids piss all the money away while claiming they actually earned it only to wind up pulling doubles at Leroy's Big Mouth Burger while harboring a meth addiction and an affinity for schnapps, imported beer, and cam nons. Yes, an even flow is what I seek. The kind that is free from any and all bullshit! But hey, is that really possible?