all_is_made_of_love Grievance i walk out the door with bjork's mantra streaming in my head. Walking on my way to another anomous college class, i don't step on the cracks in the pavement. I step over them, or carefully put the arch of my foot over their center, so i never touch one of them. Because i'm bored, perhaps, i walk like that. "all is made of love..." a girl walks in front of me. moments later, she turns around, still walking, apologizing for cutting me off. I smile, and in a jumble of words never strung together just right, i tell her it's alright, that i'm not like that. "all is made of love..." such a pleasant mantra. another girl apologizes as she cuts in front of me. i don't even answer this time, besides, she's already in the distance. The only thing I'll probably ever know of her is her rushed and whispered apology. "all is made of love" I arrive at class. I observe the teachings the professor presents. I leave the class. "all is made of love.." I stop by my workstudy place. computers. Rescheduling work times. sub-boss seems to think i'm being impatient when i stand there patiently, waiting for him to finish helping the other people. I go to do other things, send him an email of it. enter the big-boss's chamber. he's aprehensive as well. "seen tom?" i ask. "no, i don't where he is. well he's certaintly not in here.(usher out of my domain)." "[[insert long meaningless conversation between colleges on tom's whereabouts]] "hey [insert big-boss's name], me and my friends were testing the routers, because the internet connection in the dorms is very slow for a T1. Sometimes, slower than dial-up. We found out one of your routers was malfunctioning." "how were you testing them?" "I don't know, my friend knew alot more about it than i did." "well this information doesn't help me at all by itself" "i can send you the complete information." "ok, email it to me" I leave again. back to the dorm room. why was everyone so apologetic on my way to class, and everyone so abrasive on my way from class? The only aura i have is of the mantra singing in my head. "all is made of love." I keep walking, thinking, again avoiding the superficial cracks in the same demeanor as on my way to class. the cultivation of this civilization is begining to be such a corrupt vision. We're only able to build by sealing the cracks between things we can build, a makeshift way of organizing. each block built painstakingly only to be connected by weak links. tolerance is so low, people get angry as an excuse anymore. sad, sad. stupid infrastructure. 020116 ... dB I'd hate to taint what is otherwise a nice bit of writing, but the line is "all if full of love". Sorry. I'm padantic. 020116 ... dB and I also can't spell. 020116 ... Grievance we all make mistakes. please forgive mine. *bows* 020116 ... Grievance all_is_full_of_love 020116 ... Scorshie I Am Infused With Love -Daddy 030513 ... nom made up love 060702 ... birmad i've_seen_it_all 060703 ... birDmad cant fucking type today so have i 060703 ... flowerock all_is_full_of_love bjork anywhere_anyone Dntel 140214 what's it to you? who go blather from