We sit on the horizon of the ever-developing procrastination of progress. Which is the very occurrence responsible for the growing trend of anti-individual social climbing that is present inside the mind of the individual as it is impacted by societies forever changing standards.
We are the sum of the percussive mix between nature and sound; we are the product of the romance between the sun and the moon, and the passions of sunset flirting with twilight.
Our music consists of the heart beat of kick drums and the baritone vibes of deep individuals similar to that of a cellos echo that ripples out to bounce off the surface of our conscience.
Our laws are governed by a society of the collective imaginings of the mind, and thus fore, are nothing more than the manifestation of thought and quite fantasies so that we may teach and discipline ourselves in our own realm of meditation.
Our language is spoken in the lost tongue of expression and our voice is ingested through the inspiring starvation of the artist and timeless contemplations of the scholar. So that when we speak the essence of creativity spills on all that we breathe on.
Our currency is that of the eternal and external exchange of information and literature so that we may buy enough time for us to invest in promoting the wealth between the current state of the heart and the mind so that we may eventually add up enough of ourselves to suffice for a sufficient amount of change
It is only under these circumstances that we announce that the social ladder is hereby broken and to be dismantled in the best interest of the persons climbing it. We decree that the village has fallen short of its task to raise the child therefore it is only responsible for us to take the child into the custody of our government.
So in the best interest of conscience, intellectuality, time, the past, present, future, reality, love, creation, inspiration, the minds interests, the unequivocal true form of society, and in the name of the before-mentioned CHANGE. We hereby take this land in order to plant seeds of a new day to grow progress and paint the visions of the individual.
Our time must be reclaimed for the promotion of the individual and we must seize the opportunity to improve the moment which is the equivalent of 400 years, a famine, a holocaust, and 40 acres and a mule. We must be the cause, we must be the factor, we will be the catalyst that births the modern renaissance of today……
……..And we will become the sum of the percussive mix between nature and sound, the product of the romance between the sun and the moon, and the passions of sunset flirting with twilight.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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