If They Call, I'M Not Here

destruction is not merely the eradication of such as it is the embracing of a sort of baptism. taken not so delicately in the form of intentensified schism-- relativity divided in the course of collision, hands reaching out blindly for any guidance at all, & accepting the first grasp. what isn't good isn't always bad, learned in life, as it all must be; taken in the huge dosage of truth-be-told, & purged all but completely in growth, in so-called 'progression'. sat & ticked in a session in any session with any person of any corporations organizations, nothing is different as they all want the same from the same. but none know that this can't be had (the sad will always be sad). does this make you mad, mister society? mister intellectualization, far-far away, watching from a safe distance- does this infuriate you as much as us, the idea that we are nada compared to majority? nothing we say means a thing as it all falls down beneath the feet of superiority, crushing our bodies with each movement, reminding us we are only the stairs, & not the doorway. we get walked on instead of led through. we are being had.