the lonesome hunt

among all the emotions i have felt today. one stood out. an immense admonition swelled. sordidly and soundly. with a warmth that briefly rewarded my return home. a quick walk. resting with a walking. with memories i found suited to one other being. the triumphs -- and all mistakes from here-on. held along. in part. comforts formed into the cold. precipitating crystals that displaced solvent for splendor. drawn in for a hunt. complacent. knowledge rising.

another cold lapse. tripe lesser, feeding all the hasty letters to consider others before me. my projection, my false idol. pulling for the time that with the loss of a companion. ushers in growth. a roaming enigma...

chickan

http://www.fooducate.com/blog/2009/08/03/guess-whats-in-the-picture-foodlike-substance/

kyle moved

on-placing, non-paced memories
gone and going lands afar
times change(d)

food for thought

"In their consequences they differ precisely in this way: ethnic coexistences condition a mutual repulsion and disdain but allow each ethnic community to consider its own honor as the highest one; the caste structure brings about a social subordination and an acknowledgment of "more honor" in favor of the privileged caste and status groups."
-Max Weber, "Class, Status, Party"