Stream of Consciousness #7

Suction is the act of warring.
Swearing an oath to the friends of your enemies is what is wrong.
Never have I ever tried to deny the truth, drink tea to disguise the aura.
Alas! The gorgeous hatred between tribes like the Russians and the Americans never shall die out.
Forever will there be a wall across the great divide.
Whatsoever is the cause of such fatalistic thoughts?
Nevertheless, it is thee who hunts thou to thy ends of the world.
Whither you go hither or thither matters not, for the days of the used draw nigh.
Righteous men fight for the land, and they say killing is a sin.
Under red flags fly banners of blue hopelessness.

Erotic mountain climber thinks I'm the one drinking all his rum.
When I tell him who I am, he throws down his scepter and turns into feathered tax collector.
I don't remember what he told me, but I know it wasn't nice.
Rivalry between him and Sam the Man was short and sweet.
Jealousy was quick to be seen amidst the contenders for the girl.
Malignant viral diseases entranced my debutante and her confidante.
Aroused became the waylaid damsel, missing her house carpenter.
Queenly she was, with her red hair, all down her breast.
Softly she kissed me, upon my ear, that's what I remember best.

Youth is nothing more than lack of wrinkles.
But what am I to say, that young people ain't as wise as those tenfold my age?
I believe that to respect someone solely on the basis of age, that shows naivety.
To respect on the basis of what you yourself know, is the truth, for only then will you know true respect.
Pop music sucks, but Pink Floyd rocks.
It sure ain't so easy as to toss out the prospect of life among the clouds.
What if we found life throughout a Jovian's clouds?
What is it, we would find; would we find endless expanses of beings the size of cities?

A splash-less dive, and a faceless salesman, with a veiled lady running about free of the baggage of clothes is what makes us human.
Given the state of current affairs, I could not help but cease to understand the process and reason of money.
Why not just trade one thing for another?
I need a harmonica, and you need some work shoes; we can trade, since we both have what the other needs.
Why does society want to kill plants and trees and animals for something that no one cares for?
Money itself has no value, it's the number in the corners.
But what is value?
It isn't what you think.
All men are created equal.
So, tell me, why are there different classes of men?

Value is only in the imagination.
In the eyes of God, no such thing is worth more than the other.
So, why try and diverge from what the Lord our God might think, is it to bring some sort of purpose to yourself?
Nay!
Live not for what you hope to be true, live for what you know to be true.
Remember the time you and I played the "Country & City" game?
Those are the memories that stay with you, that put your heart in the highlands.
I wish I had you right here, with me, in your arms, in my arms, interlocked, entranced in each others eyes and fixed on our gazes; and we'll make make love till we die, and the Sun begins to swell and the Moon ceases to orbit the Earth, and we'll be having love when the world ends and alas! Withering heights dizzy the spirits of you and I, I love you, will you not love me back?
I would die without you, by my side.