“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
As a woman who is now projecting my writings and a housewife lost in the world of perpetual beauty that always keeps that erection up, I see the war a coming. Don’t you realize that we humans can never find peace in the world outside! It is an impossibility and false assumption that all peace punks and Greenpeace people hold so dear. I laugh…
Here I write on my blogging soap box to all that will hear me. On this little planet we are on, she is a warrior planet and I dare say she pisses off all the other planets as well as our solar system for that matter.
The fucking war machine wages on. From one generation to the next. Whacking-off to the cooperate profits of Its glorified power.
“Ha, Ha I say…Ha Ha!!”
As the tides turn, as the seasons come and go and we are born and die; the polarity of life is in constant conflict and this motivates us all.
“Ha, Ha, Ha!”
The earth is a princess warrior and she isn’t going to stop ever!
I hate this, I reject this…but I have learned to know it as truth…the only real peace is inside each of us.
To find peace on this planet is impossible, but only when we seek it within can we know it as the bombs blast off around us!
And Sylvia Plath reflectively knew the place as,
“in the small cramped dark inside you.”
Yelling from the crowd, of maybe 20 drunks..
“Get of the fuckin’soap- box, ha ha ha… “
THis is dedicated to the young gal who cut me off on the road this morning, a slicer, … irritation is the way to hallelujah glorious peace… so get mad and enjoy the ride!!