3 days half the size

there is a waterfall within, churning intestines and then a stab in the backside. the sickness that was eventually destined has occurred, and continues to steal time. battled through yesterday with joy, to witness pure green, pure craft, faith and relaxed facial expressions. beautiful tattoos, mysterious children, skill i never thought possible. on a quiet island, finally south of the equator. to think i had never crossed this line, the furnace continues to burn. the weight loss has been rapid. the sea has so much energy, you cant even touch it. you could lose yourself here, and find it again. four ant bites form a diamond shape on the collar bone, the black volcanic shimmer of the afternoon too hot to walk across. skinny skinny girl parks nearby on a tea-towel, baring bones. i could stay here. i could live here. these people know. (the topic of coin you see... its different for everyone)

to preach

why do you not care for yourself? listening to campaigns for better living, doctrines of wisdom and the conclusion of false promises. another lying politician, another dead crab. a little ghost town to serve your little life as it passes by, all the ghosts meaningless and selfish. a crumbling temple falling into the sea. a room of golden idols with donation box. why do you not care for yourself? they chant and offer enlightenment. hands are smeared with oil and MSG, it courses through the blood network. take on a different role, be a leader. a pioneer. have some bloody courage.