Revolution from the ground up

Knowledge is an exponential thing.
(something concrete) something you can hold and put down as you please.
Your own Sunny Mall.

Start from the ground up, the ground around you and those that live on it.
Uptown, downtown, where-ever town,
on the sunny side of the street, then the second side. 
Your’s first, then theirs’. 
Just live to liv, shine.
Use whatever, take a break,
if you fail, ground yourself but don’t grind others up, hype up those who deserve your
Love,
start again, you have to live.

You should find rare energy if you starve. 
It might not be a lot; hopefully just
enough, people die.

Doin’ bare bones, 
know how to focus that knowledge. 
I like to push my body to the limit, its limit.
Start simple, then add complexity. 
See if you can make your own In,
then own it,
Shine.

They’re making school children pick up all of our trash. 
We should pay them at least. 
Pay whoever picks up trash.  And pay them a lot.
northside animal hospitals are better equipped than southside human hospitals. 

I want to be continuously peaking, impossible. 
Its bewildering, absurd, you’ve never been told
everyday doesn’t need a goal. 
Drifting sounds fun.
With a stick shift,
Puritian, flourin,
flooring, pouring; whine
I write under a capitalist context. 
Its in the air,
This feeling
Ancestry
Tinnitus.  
Drown out the bad faith actors.