I process I found very interesting is the idea that if an election does not turn out fifty percent of potential registered voters show up to vote then the result thrown out. New running should be done with the beforehand knowledge that if 50% turnout not reached the vehicle of governance will be thrown out. Debates on Magnanimity or continental congresses should be held to define a new vehicle of governance. If people will not then show up to help to define the vehicle a people will use to get them to their dreams of a future for all then you are not a people and will have just made a decision to prove it. Further divestment from present societies enacted and communities should then be allowed the peaceful process of defining themselves as a people. Just as communities should be allowed tools to protect all aspects of their identity, including language, health of land, etc., they also need an ability to reinvest and redefine the people or peoples they go forward toward the future as. These kinds of ideas seem to be transitory, temporary, or flowing to lots of people but they seem to me to be, in fact, that way because that is the way of everything. All things are still on the way to some and not where they will someday be. As bearers of the flame we should faithfully emulate that which is greater than us because there must be some value in the way it organizes change and procession. I can't remember if I've done the rap about defining friendship, another time.

Dark matter hates you

I can imagine that dark matter, which could be the precursor to our own components of being, must hate us. Imagine you are it and things in the universe are quiet and peaceful, still. Then come the scratching, shrieking, clawing, yelling, biting, howling beast that disturb the peace. How must we be, if not hated, at least disliked for transgressing so.

Kink shit

I'm always interested when I go down a line of, what I presume to be ladies, and the first one tells me her box is only for girlfriends, her rectum is where the fellas frequent, the next one tells you upfront, because soon people are not okay with it, that at the moment before orgasm she like to be closed fist beaten in the face like a damn man because it intensifies the erotic experience for her. That is opening an ugly door because as much as your pleasure in that would be my agony, I also could not share a deep desire, but would insist on the thread of logic that I go cold numb beating you in the face for your gratification it would be selfish and a holding back from me aspects of her sexual for which I feel you should be more open to me and my feelings of cold nausea which I endure for you but will not again if you will not allow me to try out beating you hand over fist for my own testing at least once. This girl give me the most sharp feeling of figurative castration, I physically check to make sure my cock and balls have not been clean sliced off. That would make me feel very uncomfortable to beat a beautiful little misguided queen in her damn face for her to love the shit out of it. The next gal you talk to tells you that she's into golden showers and I don't know about anyone else but I don't gravitate towards people who like for another to express there waste upon the person of themselves for kicks. Thank you, I recognize that you did feel comfortable enough with me to think of me when you thought of being urinated upon and sullied most foul but I don't want any, and I want us to spend a much more significant amount of time outside of each others company from now on. The next one is nice and it seems to be a potential and then she drops the "and those poor devils how worship that Allah or whatever it is.". I check to see if I have cracked teeth out of my fucking head in my amazement that people's concept of the fabric of all that is greater than them can be consistently so common, so simple, and so small, still. I need to leave now as none of the ladies I spoke to were, except of a very basic level of just manners and civics, not worth looking at. And I contemplate what is happenin' that I struggle to find people to carry on a conversation of any magnitude with that can focus attention for that a fleeting moment. That's sad, I can find, around any corner in this world, someone who is steady, and without fail, breakin' the shit out their precious lil' heart. The block happen to be on has three places on it they know of where they can get a temporary moment of bliss where they don't have to known that if they are to do any of that they have heart and inspiration for they will be doing it alone a solitary act of representation of the them that no one seemed to care to even meet and the beautiful dreams never shared by another. If it was just an act of piaty that was always singular then, shit, I cudda been workin' on a gooooood drunk on a beach or maybe even a serious high that was actually enjoyable as opposed jus' sloppy and dehydrated. I feel like when I talk I am looked at with the distrust of someone who may do quite a bit thinking for himself with the aftertaste of eeling incompatible with the kind of person who regularly exercises independent thinking. I didn't even go into the fact that I look at products from raw materials base to manufacturing process and location to corporate base. They would have me escorted from the building if I had said unashamed that I tried to be thoughtful in every aspect of what is a unified whole. I almost feel as if I have no kindred whom, even astrally, walk side by side with me. Not getting too deep in the quantum theory of it, I'm just speaking as a man who feels lonely, is not sure that he has anyone who is a friend to him, and could use one on occasion.

I've been doing strange things recently, I bought 24 lbs. of raw, organically grown, same day milled, Florida cane sugar. To go with it, I have been picking up different coffee everywhere I go, mostly dark roast. The concept of seeking the brand which best expresses you is very overdone because if you don't physically and mentally put yourself into the act of producing something you don't have impact on the outcome anyway. In terms of quantum physics there is no you, nor me, nor it, only the continuation of that which is, or is in the process of showing what it possibly could be, or is simultaneously being. For the usage of the text here I'm not getting into that deep consciousness a context in this particular argument regarding the buying of fair trade organic shade grown coffee if you like the taste of a good cup in the morning and the boost versus pressing for the equal rights of various local stimulant cults in their respective contexts and striving to create your own locally through folk medicine revival. I was talking more about how the smell of fresh brewed coffee can remind one of old times. More folksy a description that the way I could have taken it but I was not going there at the moment. All that high energy spirit of the composer is at the calling but I'm not calling it out and it's not nice when others do. What the fuck am I talking ab.... ? Bought myself some new suits recently even though I've not worn them except to try them on. Valueless meanderings, but I do know that the flickering flame of something great has to be nurtured, and sheltered, on a long rainy night, across a cold wind swept moor. I have maybe thirty hats, some I've never worn much at all. I have, though managed to give away a great deal of my excess clothes to a conservation charity, and books are usually easy to deal with in that way, though usually don't shed books as readily as, maybe, I should because rereading only goes so far before keeping knowledge from others begins. The point of so many things in this universe is to spread the extent or scope of it.