i told them going vegan's the most revolutionary thing you can do... short of falling in love...

Cause the revolution won't be fought by firing a gun, but you fight the revolution each time you make somebody cum... you build a bond between you that'll never be undone...

but i didn't write this to talk about fucking.

Recent delves into the realm of expression, where i remain seated the speachless exception, gave me a chance for introspection, and my reflection's got me wondering...

Like, why would i choose clothes with holes rather than logos.

or why do i carefully consider every morsel i masticate...

Or why do i sit in my seat while others put heat to thier cancer stick treat...

Or why would i chose a can, over a bottle.

cause that's love.

and not the type you clean off the seat, the type between b-boys and break beats... between vegans and fake meat... the type, that leaves you breathless.

And i'm not talking exclusively about the reckless mutany in the form of aerosal art...

I mean, all art for art's sake, not for corperate intake.

I'm talking poets who find solace in starving to death...

I mean MCs who freestyle on street corners over... *beatbox*... intstead of fucking fuity loops.

I mean screen print artists, who hang their art in urban galleries... ... with wheat paste.

I'm talking food, i grew and cooked myself... Now that's love...

and with it... maybe that expression can once again stand for something...

cause sitting speechless and wondering... felt too much like doing nothing... when there's a whole world, and you've got your whole life... for loving