dear mr. brad pitt and the rest of hollywood trash,



for entertainment purposes only, i took a walk with a protest. I stood amongst them to feel them, their filth, to hear the voices, divinly - in different measures and forms and wages, some bigger than some, alot of the same. Beautiful colors, radiant dazzling delights to make even the academy awards desire. And there is a burning. A burning of chastized soul to serendipitous wonder. There they are capable of being, without hesitating- What they look like or How they will be perceived- (in all of their divine failures). i Pity your inabilities to see, warping slowly in machine -monotheistically. I praise and am praised by theirs, inclandestinely marching through the streets, down our own rivers and dreams. divided we stand - united we fall.



someone less confused than you