The cycle continues on, Sun and Moon roon and roon.
The wasted day and saddened night, casually unused and wrinkled.
Wasted, full of thoughts not written down, full of ideas not shown round, full of actions not unbound. Wasted days are here again.
Refreshing the page, enjoying a rage, trapped in the cage, again.
Actor offstage, understudy licking a page, of a politician.
Beauty is a happy accident, work it for all you've got, milk it dry.
Faith runs like blood, whitewash all the colours.
Blue and yellow and red, memories chase you until you're dead.
Memories chase you and send you flowers.
A list! A wonderful list of things that need to be handed down:
Parents have been parents for thousands of years. Dictatorial, presumptuous, self-aggrandising, controlling, condescending.
Quick remember it all before it is forgotten.
The cycle of life continues on, but cycles are meant to be changed and broken.
Raise them for a new tomorrow, not for a worthless yesterday. The present and the future, the past is like quicksand. Step lightly and run!
Eat well, drink water, be quiet and listen. Speak little, think always. Gamble never, but risk everything. Look at what's important, beyond the trappings. The hierarchy tells us what we truly are. When you die without it, then it is needed. Every living thing needs space to grow.
The future youth will shock us with their new genes, but they will be surprised to find themselves outclassed by those who thought before.
Just because it was thought of once, doesn't mean that it is not worth doing again. It can be done again and again, the important thing is that you have done it. Doing nothing is the gravest sin, wasting our precious days. Exercise body and mind, exercise emotion and logic, exercise sex and violence.
Quiescent.
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