Good Moments

Okay you've changed me and I hate you for it. It would have been easier to be ignorant and blissful then sighted and pained. I see Babylon now. I learned what it was in a single moment, laying face down on the moist earth in front of Hawthorne's abode. I began to understand the sickness that is Babylon's society. The chasing of our own tails that we engage in every day... gotta work so I can have gotta have so I can move up, so I can make more money, so I can work more and have more and AAAHHHH spinning and spinning in on itself. I thought for a long time that I would need money to find happiness. Not the internal happiness mind you, the external. But I understood simplicity as I lay face down, as close as I could be to that which I came from. The smell so rich it almost brought tears to my eyes. I have always believed that the only way to beat the system is to become so good at playing it that it can't get on top of you. But the wear of learning to play by Babylon's rules, even if the goal is to beat it, is too much for a mind to survive. The destruction of Coca-Cola and Burger King and Brittany Spears is too much strong. So in that moment, as my mind became drunk on the scent of earth, of true life, I realized that I could quit. That the only way to truely beat an this system is to not play the game at all (for reference I cite Julian and Brett). Babylon is no place for me or my kin. Now I just gotta figure out how to pull it all off... Hear the words of the Rasta-Man say "Babylon your throne goin' down goin down" "Babylon your throne goin' down goin down" I said fly away home to Zion fly away home! Peace Leslie -DC