two years with nothing, now approaching 20, shes too concerned with anarchy to remember art....but its there, in the footprints....her words muddied by frantic steps towards inlightenment and anarchy, hearing words from bys kissed when they were too drunk to climb through windows and find solice in home, boys slept next to as the parents unknowingly passed up dreams near by...lives lived beyond boarders in countries where lost loves now sit in jail for protest. two years without words and a promise to make up for a tiny bit of the time lost, but not much of it...because time lost on hyper-speed was filled with trail-rides and hitch-hikes and hijacked busses in order to make it to destinations un (in) tangible in cyber-space. she is 20, making her way towards her own heart, buried deep beneath the soil in chiapas, mexico (in the re-destributed rebel grounds of revolutionaies) , peru, idaho, georgia, and minnasota.....among other places she found and lost, and re-found, her spirit......the strength to carry on without money, or transport, or hyper-speed communication....
and only a stamp will send my love back home to you.
and only a stamp will send my love back home to you.
and only a stamp will send this kiss
(placed on the lips of apocylipse)

may we make love to eachother on the wind.
my we remind ourselves of the things yet left to grow in the soil we hold
in the palms of our hands.
remember you are not useless,
remember you hold all the power of the universe in your hands...if you choose to embrace it...

and i would continue this rant, but i have friends with which to communicate, kindred spirits with which to share real words in the shape of voices solitary and yet unified
in a way more powerful then any written text could convey...
someone told me it was my birthday today
and though it was i lie it led me to the remembrance
of 20 years old... 19. 2 years gone unseen in the face of real anarchy.
so goodnight and goodmoooooooo-
rning.

may we all live the revolution we folfill in our dreams...



with a promise and a kiss...intimate enough to make you blush and swear nothing happened,
jordyn