Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Zebras

Every time we draw a line we deepen the crease between the kinds-ness of man
none of whom were born to anything other than love.

Not the Native Americans
the African Americans
Irish
Italian
German
Men
WOmen
children
White people
Gay people
poor
rich
homeless
invisible
space aliens
god
or animal

It's life.
The minute that we decide to lay down assignations of hatred and just see things for what they are, we will step out of it. We've all been victims, all paid our prices. Let's just get the fuck out of here.



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