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I gotta save all the animals

It’s desperate, no one’s doing it. There’s calves in Switzerland with spikes on their noses so that they don’t drink their mother’s milk.There’s people who pet and hug cows yet order their limbs for meal every night. Traitors.There’s cows in Switzerland walking in beautiful hills, forming a normal life, but any day any one ofContinue reading “I gotta save all the animals”

Used pink condom on my high school parking lot

Reminded me of all the things I never got to do young guys with savvy new cars; they’d just turn sixteen and were able to drive then rich parents that allowed them to drive 60 miles per hour on a 35 miles per hour road chicks with bleach blonde striped highlights and mini skirts goingContinue reading “Used pink condom on my high school parking lot”

Forest, with you

This patch of land preserved for cell phone towers give way to a family of trees and shrubs and the few wild that roam, still I go here sometimes in the crux of my loneliness surrounded by shade, and the peeking of the sun once in a while most of the time, I’m barely existingContinue reading “Forest, with you”

John Muir quotes

One of the best ways to see tree flowers is to climb one of the tallest trees and to get into close tingling touch with them, and then look broad Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world The mountains are calling and I must go As long as I live, I’llContinue reading “John Muir quotes”

Smell of plastic in the rain

The night is wild It’s all game You’re standing in your jacket on the beach in the rain There’s newfound jolt in me that wants to abrase the arms of your jacket And breathe in its plastic freshness Burying my face in the cold wet shell of you How strong you feel, through and throughContinue reading “Smell of plastic in the rain”

The animals have become our puppets…

Unconscious minds, robotic lives, synthetic food, Industrialization, expedited technological progression, automation The labor force driven by coffee and lack of sleep Careless destruction of nature… Children nurtured by media Animals, our puppets

Springtime birthday

I want to have my birthday in springtime again, When pink flowers blossom on trees and the world is misty and green with faraway callings of tropical, colorful birds. I want to jump on a freshly made bed again and play air guitar crazily like an innocent wild child.