demand like a rebel

spasm in your heart. sit in a box staring at the this side up upside down and think about all the crap you have done.  You aren't allowed to touch anything in the name of rock.  You sit standing and slide sitting.  You think your cool?  Stop!  your plagiarized life is going no where.  your filmed according life to try to impress is slowly falling away.  You cant go and make a new thing.  creation is bad.  fold up your note book and tear it... now stop.  thats way to inspiring.   hemp straps wrap along the geometric figures of life.  the seed is born to see the world from inside a box.  the sun creeps into a crack only to liquidate its rays onto the floor under the dinning room table.  lips against the window.  Don't do this.  We were not meant to rock we are sheltered pieces in a sketched out game created by the faded figure in the holes in the sky above.  brothers and sisters on an electronical system streaming the Gs as if the F# is the only way to a diminished future.  life is lame juice boxes getting holes from over expansion in the freezer.  the cubes of lemonade in cucumber water to quench your distasteful thirst.

Basically these reasons of why not to rock are rules meant for you to break and the other stuff is mind flowing thoughts while listening to my tunes of sensation.
Thank you
-Summit Endori for LIFE

support for the skull with a cotton woven hole

this thing is HUGE.  i have a fricken neck.  i put on my abstract shirt on and the neck hole is too big.  i feel like a slut with my woven hole around my neck its too big i feel like one side will slip off and reveal my sun shy body.  holy smokes.  woven hole for the skull.

bricks build nations and duct tape is just the service of help to hold everything together.

A stone lay upon another stone.  the mount grows and creates warmth and protection and a sense of security.  Stacked.   unmovable.  placed with delicate care and and the end fill the heart of somebody with the sense of accomplishment.  The earliest  form of a non nomadic life style home.  The stones come in many shapes and sizes until one day a person realized that he can chisel the rocks into any shape and feature his not hers but maybe her wildest imagination could fill.  later after that thought process somebody realized that you could heat up clay...  mud and let it dry to create a human made rock in a perfect shape by using a heat and compression.  the world seemed to be complete and every body felt as if the wheat was used for flowers and batteries were a thing of the past, until one day MR. WINSTON MCVAN MCLAIR... DUCT  created what is now known today as the solution for all worries whims and sorrows, or in other words rips, breaks and a clean shave of the top lip.  This was incredible with its beautiful versatile adhesion it had with anything.
Alexandriam the fantastic of all of the men raided a duct tape factory.  The demand was incredible and then he decided that he needed to find a new use.  he folded it into a circle with the sticky side out and placed it between bricks for a strong hold and the two have been companions ever since.

Bricks & Duct Tape:  a weapon for torture, builds a foundation, can silence even the most harmful of animals, death,  substance of love, appetizer at a wedding, etc.......................................................................................

To be living in a dead manner

sometimes.   Sometimes or never.  maybe just to think about it...... incomplete.   thats what living is for a made up statistic of 99 POINT 999 percent of people walking around this earth as we think speak and talk about what we will do, could do, want to do.  I want to go and fight my way to the top of the alpha male chain.  am i really going to do that.  probably not.  

There was once a family of lions who lived in the worlds greatest pride.  the arrogant aroma filled every passage of your mind every time the gazelle would walk past.   They were told to be the greatest animal.  The king!  But really they are a large cat that sits in the sun all day with a loud roar and travel in groups so that they do not get picked off as well as the rest of the food chain.  They try to hard to stay on top and follow their own title.  The lioness might dream of the male doing the gathering and hunting but will that really happen.... No  This lion, the male,  is not living.  he is a pigment of solid color moving through time hoping to flaunt his main and catch the chemical attraction of the woman and that is about all the action he will ever see.   Don't be like this.  

PUddle pudDLE  PuDlE PuDdle.   drip onto the floor and the and slowly the adhesion of the drops stick together to make a shape.  and new form of ink blotting except with the puddles its not always ink.    you can use your own bodily fluids.  You can sit depressed creating in a room with time without meaning.  Cutting into your thumb or maybe your index finger with any sharp articles you can get ahold on.  Meteorites of red fluid drops and explodes and sticks.  What do you see in it?

If you said a rabbit  (\(\

                                (-.-)

                               0(")(")    Then your creativity is lacking.  You see the face of a child smiling and looking out the window at a hoard of people.   the people look at the wall and see only the impurity of the world.  you can almost taste as the hormones spit into their faces.  

are you going to go and be inspired by any of this crap that i just spread out for you.  probably not and thats why your not living  YOUR DEAD  you just cant admit it to yourself yet.