Revolutions.

I've got myself feeling poetic tonight, and it makes for a good night.

But your mouth never stopped it's repetition, you mind never crashed, your eyes never shut, your legs never came to a hault, you continually fixed yourself for either the world around you or the you around you, your hair never stopped whipping around, your style was the question of another's judgement, your neck never stopped turning, your actions always came before your thoughts, your selfish defiance..

Your body, soul, and mind are one. Mine is the same..

So do you really think you know better?

This is your ticket out, the way you are forgiven because you are just like everyone else and we all repeat one another.

Competition is shit. I have known what that all once felt like.
Competition only exists against yourself, it says that you control the bi-product in competition against others.

This is the organic decaying matter that is us as a creation of something.
This is the curiousity that has never died.