The Interloper in society. The wanderer Blond~beard. Storys of yore wander aimlessly through the annals of ones mind when left alone too long. Madness festers as a open wound on the scar of humanity. The customer asks for service? Press 2 for English. Outsourced in a land of profit. A pirate in search of compassion. Oh where will the treasure be found Waldo? Dances with Wolves? The Last of the Mohicans? An Interloper of love, in a world of fear based hunger of ones own heart. Prisoners in a paisley past. Hunter/gathers removed from an agricultural element. Disconnected from self, and the beauty of all creation. Banished to where? Depths of ego? Pain found in flagellation of irritants. Motion is the state of change. New storys of song. Heard wafting in the cafes at night. A young vibrant life of spring, in the fall of pasts fading. A whisper. Faint tremblings of awakenings yet to fruition. As the bi annual, or longer intervals germinate, so comes the waist of the biped from the mud of bondage. BCD13 ~
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