No tears for martha stewart

[Sepia]

This wasn't where we wanted to be, hats in our hands glaring upwards, waiting for something to finish us off. There was blood on the most of us and there were remnants lying around, some who'd once been people, someone who'd once been in disagreement with us. There is no glory. There is no heroic effort, there is nothing which you sacrifice everything else for to taste for a second brief that will change your life. Knowledge is the hardest of our skills to master and we have no idea anymore to do, there's a spiral opening up inside us and a surge of information passes but we are the broken, we are the kaput. Jesters with broken bells, blood to our bellies walking through the crash site.

They have faces, they have hands, emotions and intuitions. You feel them sometimes when you slip off, when you bite over too much or too little, you know where you're headed but there is no why for you left why behind so long ago. As long as you can explain it to yourself, what good is everyone else? what pictures do they have fleeting in their skulls, why did we do this to ourselves?

It was always easier in the war, there was no time to stop and think, there was only black and white and the dullening grey filling up. There was nothing real except the madness of those who believed and we stood there, broken people with heads spiked up high into the air. What is it about our enigma? Does it go further or does the depthness of humanity stop somewhere as the equilibrium to the never ending universe? Does it matter?

These thoughts, these words. This mind. This soap. Why this soap, why these hands? Why this face at 0600 in the morning?

We've gone far beyond, we can't answer these questions, we can't reply to them, we're too deep inside it, we've grown too far into it and the noise of the mechanical bees ring in our ears, the pulsing metal heart keep pumping oil and blood and sweat and piss through our minds, through our lives and that's where we are. Nothing picks up on the radar because we're sitting on the radar, we're here, we've always been here.

[B_M_W]

o.o