i wanna be plain spoke, i do, but there's something else, too, pushing up
from the root.
i don't know what it is. it's not plain to me.
it is the duty of the human the human understanding to understand that there are things which it cannot understand, and what those things are. -soren kierkegaard
i had a nice brief conversation with a girl with a dog who said the girl that is who's actually like my age can we just call us boys and girls said she never knows what her dog may feel like, according to the mood i say, least he's not stuck in a groove, then we pass a girl who wants to flee the greeting mister and i say he's friendly there is no danger here, and she says she is just in fear, so we talk about that and the girl with the dog says it makes her feel sad, they are missing so much, i know i say and the dog becomes a whole constellation of fears, and aligns in desperate gravitational orbit in the manufactured culture of fear. when one good dog could lead them out of the slavery of fear, to freedom within the system of chaos, control, and mercenary fear.
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