I consist of matter and energy randomly configured into a solid entity. I am a focused man, and I plan to stand over everything I understand. I need to refine everything that I participate in.

It's easy to take advantage of another person isn't it? But, it's not easy to give someone their fair share. When I reflect on my observations of interactions with other human beings that don't inhabit this country, what takes place - is a mind shifting perspective on how much more the other is treated and respected elsewhere (sometimes). This mental prison which capitalism has trapped existence in has exhausted all my resources. I look to fight against it, but it is all consuming.

I was in Mexico from Sept. 10th to the 19th. I can't stand the return to anxiety. It's like it was here waiting for me. And its so gray here. There is purposeful color in Mexico City. Not solely from vegetation, but from intention - writing.

One of my favorite things was all of the street vending.

I am focused on escaping this tragic reality that extends in my visual horizon - in the Midwest my mindset is eff this. Spray paint it.

Each body contains all the remains of the universe that has passed through every other body in this dimension. The will to please the present attract in lovely e-motions, electrons to protons to muons, gluons, a who's who of matter and magnetism. Fantasies of gravity positively negating while I dance. Flying to clouds higher than 9, 10's and 11's

Found in the minds of the youth. The real fountain of eternal existence, but literal vampires don't give our young minds a chance. This world is conditioned to color by number and the darkest must remain silenced into minority. The truth oppressed. Pressed skin deep. With tendencies to be meek, its time to rise to feet - but not fall in step; or asleep.

I'm dreaming all the time. Although I'm with the family now, I want to know where I am. This is the beginning of understanding the world. Listening to the belief systems that we perceive collectively and individually. Are we trying to break away from what we know and inherit from our ancestors?

Who actually knows what they are talking about? Communicate in love and we'll find a way to trust.

Why do I feel like I don't understand what this is or what it means? I know what it is to contribute, but I feel so lacking. Posture perfect mother warns. And I look for ways to escape the father. Why wasn't I told that it would be this difficult to relate to my own relatives? You don't know what you got till it's gone, stop the alienation. Where we stop nobody knows, so keep everyone close. Social Security.

There is freedom in the shock of un-sureness. Laying in a desolate wasteland of the mind. We don't know where you've been wind. What you've seen. Is there reason to worry if you carry illness from afar, or blow our filth full circle. Focus the most energy into the smallest space and create the will to dominate. As it rains, let it remind you of the pain from distant planes. Tears torn from the spirit.

Everything you know. I want to be able to learn how to do. How conscious it is to be human. Wanting to be everywhere at once knowing everything in the light of mutual love. Take it black, take it back. We knew how to grow ourselves before our bodies were colonized along with our minds. Show power.