Echoes return... in Book of Lies.....

it has been a bit of a chore but the words are starting to echo again. As I said. patience brings back the desire to write. After trying to force the words for a bit.. best to just go quiet.

there are plenty of distractions in life so one should only find a different energy base to redirect the expenditure of self to the cosmos. There is plenty of room to resonate…

I have isolated a bit… others sometimes, although important, need not interact. The human voice has become raspy and grotesque… so I prefer the quiet word. the well thought word of the written type… other than the media… such hate I have never seen in such a public manner.... please no politics here…

Societies have survived the worse of the worse… monkeys throwing turds at monkeys.... we human insects are the real emanation… those unrelenting in drowning in the quests and desire to persuade.... dead… they do not resonate.... they consume it… putrify it....one only needs to look in the mirror of life to find the answer to every problem that haunts us....

topic change.... tree hugging recycling nut bag hippie shit odd ball whorish dog that I am…

today was garbage day....

what percent in your trash is recyclable
when was the last time something went out you car window that could have made it home and not in the ditch
how many aerosol cans do u use compared to pump action....
windows open or air conditioner on when it will easily do the job …
have you considered planting a tree to breath back that oxygen you are (rightfully) consuming
adopt a plant and share your home with it.... you won’t regret a new life in yours.... and it won’t pee on the floor....

I certainly can do better with the above...... can u?