ST143 ... I have never voted.
I don't believe in jesus.
I have never voted. I have never killed anyone. I don't believe in jesus; or any of the abrahamic religions or any religion, doctrine, systemized systems. I dont think i'm right. I dont think I'm wrong. I search for nothing much. I watch endlessly. I wonder what you do sometimes, too often. It's a peculiar world. I know that. My awareness stretches into the strangest events. Most of the time, if ever, i have no control. The mind just rambles on. Nothing makes lasting sense. There is only continuity. Sometimes i can stop it, so it appears.
It is easter week here in San Patricio. Families have crowded the streets, the beach, the air waves are full…. music, pleasant and not-so-pleasant.
I remember the 50's and families around my home town. That has evaporated, for the most part. Segregation of the ages, the scandals of social interests have separated our blood lines, our love lines…….. c…. ept for the chosen blood and their useless dangerous frozen insanities.. let's not get into that.
It is so pleasant to see so many families from toddlers to grandmas enjoying life here on the beach. That part has been erased from my social diet. In the north families have split, lost their heritage, too many cultures on one street, the youth mingle, change their ways; leaves an empty space where blood love once flowed.
Family, it is so important for the continuation of the species in a natural way. It is threatened world wide - western. The money pinnacle of authority and its adoration is replacing the connection of family with possessions, test tube sexless concoctions. Values are changing towards separation of minds and hearts for prestige and facades over the love of blood, all blood.
Whomever believes in whatever they believe in, believes it is right, correct, until they change that belief into a new belief. Belief lives that way, constantly on the move. There is no lack of new interpretations of what is thought to be reality. It is too scary to kill it all at once, so humanity continues to fall, crawl, rise, pursue its endless questioning over 'seeing'…… crowded answers crashing up against the beach. Minds condensing. That’s the way i see it at the moment. Time moves, conclusions change, go with the flow or fight it, sometimes yes sometimes no.
I didn't kill anyone, leave me alone, i'm content this way, i vote for silence.
you can't force one to love, 'propaganda all is phony'(bD)
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