Share your videos with the world

Hello. I'm izajane.

4007 days ago 6555 days ago 398 times M NM 52 Female Taken Michelle #30 Immersed in terminology, The passage of time is Defined by memorization Of concepts. Humanism, Self-actualization, Hierarchy of needs, Synectics. I realize that the finger-pointers Are at the emotional developmental Stage of three to five year olds, And therefore cannot Communicate in any Logical fashion. At the dive shop, air hisses into Tanks as one guy says, “my wife has an IQ of 150”. He then proceeds to explain His theory on the national Deficit, and listening, I Know he is lying. About his Wife. People marry within a 10 point range of their own IQ. I watch the boats on Water, one turning as the Pop and flash of an isolator Valve motors them back Towards shore. I watch the buzzards sit on limbs, Wings spread against the rain, Wishing not to know. Atlanta A geography not on any map United States

Many None of note Good ones The precise line has been crossed. I will perform the execution. My gun is oiled. My gun is loaded. My intent is the arrow and the blade. I am strung and quivering. In my scope I frame him like a painter. I stroke in his last gesture to everyone. I mark his teeth and his neck-curve at every angle. I know his body and I do emasculate him with my fingertips. His mouth is silent and leaking. I am helping to make the world tolerable. Thank you, leaves full of magic ink. For your journeys into New Orleans After Katrina, to the 101 for the Long Walk, The restaurant at the end of the universe, Newgate Prison -too many places to name! Thank you for lining my shelves With the idiocy of the Celestine Prophecy And the brilliance of A Brief History of Time. Promises of liberation, masses of thoughts Collectively contemplated- The word spread. -too many words to name! Thank you for the two-inch escape, To worlds with no due process, worlds That don’t exist, for the people who Are too good or too evil to be mere Flesh, but whom all the educated Cheer or hate. Thank you books for enriching my life. A broken melody floats through my window along with the rhythm of a chainsaw. The neighbors must be cutting down trees. and singing. I sang while I sat in traffic, all the way home, with the windows down and the rain pouring in along with the stares. Now the storm is over and next door they cut branches and move them one by one to a pile for burning. Nooks and Crannies Of society, the criminals, False flags of our sincerity With their needles and bullies, Sprout outrageous. Initially small, they grow in Number. Loose, breeding, Dandelions gone to wind. No one can face the decline. De-evolution debunked with Genesis. The beginning. They are original sin personified, With more romance and blood. No increase of vision offers Challenge. Omniscient omnipotence- logical.