I'm discarding a six.

I lay here listening to all the little disgusting sounds my mouth makes. The sandpaper scrapes of skin on denim. The amazing draw towards sound in places of silence. Gazing on the worlds best canvas I wondered...
What's worth drawing?

This is not anarchy.
This is not socialism.
This is not a grass-roots movement.
This is cultural evolution and it's going to happen.
As it's written, so shall it be done.

Kids singing about money...
People showing off their crap.
Product names!
Can't look at me and tell I'm trendy- can't even see me arrive.
You only see my displacement.
Making the everyday exploratory.

God of the mundane breaking expectation by creating dysfunction. You show how common it is. They all know the dysfunction, and they'll openly talk shop on methodology but refuse in basic principal that it's a problem. They know precisely how to hide it and talk about it as covering up a facial blemish- the covering of personal flaws. They run around announcing their affiliation to the elder gods through empty symbols. This is MY curry. By praising my pot-luck offering, you praise my false gods.

How about how none of us know what we're doing?

Prophetic because of the buzzing and lies- the bee maidens. Hermes was offered their ability of prophecy because Zeus didn't care for those practices- opposed to Apollonian prophecy which is somehow more pure.  It's a comfort in truth, these bee maidens.

"He ate it yesterday and he liked it!"

When would anyone tell a little girl to stop dancing?
When she takes her clothes off.

Should prostitution be illegal? 

Certainly not criminalised but should it be done? 

The legality is null. You can't penalize someone for simple human interaction. 

If the criminal action is separate, treat it as such. 

There is nothing more precious than a youthful sense of wonder. 

You become sterile in a land of your own.

Tricksters impose this; both for themselves and the host. 

There is no greater fear than of the self. 

Just put on a band-aid. 

Just put on a band-aid.

Put on a band-aid.

It ain't that bad. 

And then he mumbles something about the self in shame.

So we live in this spinning world and they never tell you which way it's spinning; only that it is. Quickly.

So people stop moving because it ain't so bad. 

The trickster is the mouse that follows the groove in the road. 

People excited I got a bike. Shit cracks me up.

Not valuing the pedestrian city. Walking for recreation- not travel. Each group decision an Olympic action. The elder gods becoming ones who age. Robbing the blind of their glasses. Love of dolphins as natural happenings. The daily carnival of going to the beach. 

Awakening to the kingdom of earth. Entering the kingdom of heaven is to give up ones folly in life. Wiping off sand from the beach- modern day carnival. 

Here we break singularity of choice. If you dig into prophecy and tell someone to read up on neptune, they'll read one book or article on neptune. Satisfied on one answer. Break the method, not the person. 

In a world where even the servants are white, I'm the black guest of honor. 

My god, what an absolute fuck-dumpling!