Today I had a breakdown… attempting to share information to the layperson, who I am but cannot understand in the slightest except the hints of eye contact on the subway…

Became totally frustrated, shared in rhyme, not exactly perfect but fairly good I gotta say, because it’s true, Cyprus is about to bust, kids younger than us are getting gassed in Syria, North Korea’s doing military drills, and thousands are homeless still after Sandy and we’re all fine and dandy on our Bookfast searching for another grand to bag another grahm of whatever soul Siriene.
… I broke down. started drowning the syllabulz coming from the bubbling fumbling facts that my friends who went to Iraq did so for nothing. And any time I tried something I was torn down, but finally had the strength to utter some words of truth, because i went to some friend’s church and they loved God and so did I and I do and I will forever, and I work to His Will and surrender and don’t care if im naked!  I’m naked before the Creator, Him, Her, Whateverisbeyondourlimitedconceptionofanythingcapableofmakingourearthshakinglifetakingmakingcultivatingholygloryofembodyment!

And I broke down. I broke down, to share something. To share desperate love and care and heart felt tearing and worry that the people I was looking at in the subway may die in a few days, months, or couple of years, because we pretended like in the Titanic that this whole things totally running gooooood.

Check under the hood. SEE THiNGS AS THEY ARE. 1/2 our food is thrown out before it’s loaded into the WHole foods truck, then we buy it and throw out another .40% to cuck it and lock it while 1/3rd of our american children are on EBT, truely independent dependency, the rest of the worlds a greater mess BECAUSE WE BROKE OUR COVENANT

EXemplified by the blood drenched ground from the First Nations that HELPED US FOUND THIS NATION.  There are Two Roads! Two Rows. And that is it! Our relationship with God, the blessed spots shall give us strength, but the covenants made of the past will not go un made they will be repaid. I shall, regardless of hell or high water or trickledown hypocritical I’m a lyrical satiracle self made embarassment martyr for all eternity I still have Faith that if I screw up, I’ll learn something more than if I had tried to eat a buck. Love and God’s gudance is luck. I trust in Him and no sucker…. runnin my stupid marioteachiestyping blogger platter

I love you all and I don’t matter!  We’re all made out of matter! sun dust, mud, twigs, and blod, running currents, and the ground we walk on is covered in blood sacrificed for greed, gold, an extra high fraternal mold.  families fending off killer black mould. crops getting ground down by invasive insects from the south, makin kindlin out of the forests we died for. this is not how I will go out…. living in doubt, swallowing the truth with a blue pill, disempowered ground down…. And NYC showed me, after I totally broke down and made a sceene, wondering if the pain would ever be stopped by brothers and sisters on the same train… if I was alone besides with God, if I was simiply to give up on the family. I was given the greatest nonverbal communicae scene beyond any dream and it ate me up wholy making me cry more roaringly

i love youall… Will you join me going down the Mahicantuck, from Albanaichland to Mannahattan, blood tying us to the land, the global DNA convergance. the Covenant shall be replanted, revived, reignighted with the flame of love, even if it is a handful… even if the seeds on May 1st be nothing but a sample…. The Dutch came for just “a little bit of land, for a few seeds” and the steeds mounted up the slave ships of greed and built every stone we see…

in 10 years, with this technology what will our covenent bring.  Whatever our Covenant B.