John c. and Rebellion sat at the picnic table down at the end of the old road... at the boat ramp... where the seen better days wooden picnic table was.... Rebellion spent hours with a sharp pocket knife carving into the table top.... the following:
'They have it all figured out for you' John C. Chance just sat there and watched... it was like 1. you are born 2. you go to kindergarten , 3. grade school, 4 , high school... get the job bla bla bla... for the majority of dare I say the US? etc.... etc... until you finally wound up at deaths door.... you know as if it were some pre planned agenda ........ was carved right there before his eyes and explained to him in a step by step process etched right there ... into the wooden table top...(the holy wooden tablets) of that rickety old table where previous users had left table top stains from various meat juices , potato salad , cole slaw and baked bean juices and recent bread crumbs.... etc.... and such... a lovely patina for the wood as it were.
It got John C. to thinking.......... Maybe Rebellion is the only thing you have going for you?
He supposed to himself that the trick was if any, not to let Rebellion turn into Hatred, for anyone or anything .......... keep gut laughing.......... a hearty belly laugh because it is fun and funny.......... recognizing the systems imposed fallacy... upon us one and all..... the art of being able to recognize what is served and our freedom to question it with or without our asking of their approval, whomever they may be.
His mind wandered off track......... she had meant so much.........
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Maybe he was secretly glad to be rid of her........ the nagging complaining Bitch! But she fucked so good....... that was the bummer the biggest bummer............
So he scratched his head.. and thought some more..........
As a species he said to himself.... its simply our lack of respect towards our fellow humanity... and vise versa.... it was not just him and his friends it was them and their friends.... teamed up for an attack, against you and yours..........
Was it the mundane he was thinking about? Then he thought about the girl as 'they' say...
and it was uh oh! something just happened inside of him.......... maybe it was the same force of say like a bee pollinating a flower?
He had an odd dream the day previously.... there was a rib eye steak cooked to just to 'His ' liking a slightly bloody piece of perfection.
strange thing... the steak had a cats eye marble right dead in the center and an artificial eye lash adhered just above it........ it was sort of like it was looking back at him........... while he ate it.
and then something about a girl from Kentucky................... that came along.
Perhaps it is all flawed rhetoric.... served on a platter.......
So,
I see your on the outskirts of town. JUST SAYING...... I regurgitate ............
Grab your Rebellion and run.
