sometimes i don’t think i’m real. i am not real and we’re all in each others heads.
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Flora MuerteTrying to start a fire with two sticks and pure rage.
I’m hungering for another desire. like the way blue jays flap their wings under the stars, the stars just dripping of hot, steamy milk. it’s a new pollution, this new pollution, just spreading ‘round like some child’s disease, some child’s rumor, ohhhhh I can’t take it mother jane earth won’t ever stand, she will fight, oh she’s got jesus christ in a bottle and she’s not afraid to use him, she don’t need no school, no mathematics, no english, no fucking biology, oh no, she’s got a book of her own down inside of her, inside her insides, theres no key, no lock no nothing. it’s her and you on the battlefield and if you win, she’ll fight you again till she wins because she’s not about to give up, jane’s not about to give up, she don’t want her identity shown for the whole universe to see, she’s a secret plan of her own, and they’re out there just to ruin it. you can go ahead and take your advil, but she’s got other ways of making you sick, there’s no such thing as the days, the months, years and centuries that was all a conspiracy made by man, it makes jane sick. she doesn’t want no peace, or love, the truth- she wants fucking war, our mother wants us all out. in existance, in time, right now we don’t mean anything, in our evils and lies, we’re all so darksided and the stars and space don’t have anything to do with us, because it’ll spread, it spreads, this illness called man. nothing in this time, in this time or never wants anything to do with us. we’ve got our weapons, our tools our fucking hatred, she’s got something of her own, she has tranquility. her composure, her stillness, it’ll come up right behind us and crack us in the back. now get ready, a lady of war.
My spirit is extremely free. I feel no need in company or lover. The human, who I can be interested in, no difference -young or old, should be wild as wind and her heart should be strong and in love with this planet. I can tell that I am in relationship…with this World.
With every moment we are giving reality to our thoughts and words. What we call experience, was at first an idea that we gave form with our energy and attention.
Whether we deem them positive or negative, all experiences are generated from within us.
The master knows this and is liberated by this…this victim remains powerless and suffers by ignorance of this. Vibration begets attraction, and attraction fashions experience. Be responsible for the life you are living nothing is outside of yourself.
The sound of the ocean has kept me awake, And the fire in the sky hasn’t come out to play. I remember that moment like the back of my hand …as I lost my way in the stars. And it’s time that is seeming to push me away, And it’s time that is forcing all of us to stay. Is it wrong that I’m happier here? When I’m not… I seem to disappear. I could stay in these eyes forever, And I hope not to be found. I could stay in these eyes forever. So I’ll keep my feet on the sand. And I’ll stay here stuck in this feeling I wish wouldn’t end.
The angel that fell from heaven just to sing to us.
My mother’s last words to me was that even if I had never listened to anything she had said before to remember that “As long as I had breath then every passing moment is a chance to turn it all around.”
I love you Mom! Rest In Peace.
“Photography records the gamut of feelings written on the human face, the beauty of the earth and skies that man has inherited, and the wealth and confusion man has created. It is a major force in explaining man to man.”
After we’ll cut the last tree, pollute the last river and kill the last animal, Humans will understand you can’t eat money”