Archives, Part 1
AmI haveI willI doI as all been some will be with all the helping verbs from Ahman and Ricks in jr high in a timed collective to last a lifetime, I be a planetary legimate in my own entity as a human of this sphere/ball/planet? I didn't choose me, my name, birth, essence, means, gives, supplies, pronounces, entails/entrails, and all of the other copious mal misnomers of being born, against my better judgement, given our sociocircumstrated baby born inequate '50's testicles vs vagina/testero vs estro in the ever present future prince oppose gender-rosity of all the domesticatory cindrella ballerina prince charming, we bereave our girl scout youth with, coincide the boy scout prevelance of duty/honor/WTF obediance to an innane procurement of unassailed boy/parent bereavement. How about an anti brave new world script that denounces an aforementioned shitscript of pre/post/past boomer idiot indisces of cognizant growth paradoxical planning incongruent, for the next generation to par/overtake any piss/poor attempts of the before, yet they tried and for good reason and had triumphs for the goode of all all in potential. Yet always those to be included and forgiven here and now, then and there, pre/post integrated for some sort of internal inclusive enlightenment hopeful of and always in an ever existant prequel of on time provisions. Captured alliances through ever present unpretenses with grow garnered first aid apprentices all giving to a nowness unforgiving. And baby am I paying for it day by day.Ok, I like me and I was born/die alone. I love my sons with all my heart, I love this planet as it sustains us. I grieve for all of the children I see in my school, who come with no shoes, or the right clothes, with a blank stare, unloved and inconsequential in their parents eyes. Y do u call me daddy? I am a no one, a PE teacher, a non/man they see once/twice a week. I love them, buy shoes for them, listen to their every silly, tried and many times true heartwrenchng stories. Parental common sense? having children no means of/or intelligence/support/caring/giving? Our future is u, these everymen/everywomen will take our future into their beyond. The stage is set; all I can do is sit back, hope I did some good with my homely proclamations of good/better/best avenues of empathy, compasson to enrich their little lives as we passed from one year to the next. Life, learning and love for themselves, others and the planet in which they inherit from us. Class dismissed.
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