Friday, January 20, 2006
Ollie Ollie Oxen Free!
Ollie Ollie Oxen Free! We all yelled at the same time in unison. Everyone was free. From the turmoil, exhaustive assemblage of the disembodied life struggles and social torment. A capitulated existence where we slumber under the hard fist of the iron, relentless governments. Thick skinned, battered down, now brazen souls lashing out against everything in hopes of a meaning. Some kind of signal or recognition, the reckoning of war! What fears do we have then? The useless commercial haze of dollar bills, gold mines and oil refineries. The real black gold of yesteryear when slaves were the first method of gaining ground on the new capitalist ideals. The all sacrificing golgotha. Is there such a thing as getting ahead, getting a one-up on reality, the world, the universe?