Lome Marsupial/Leemonster creations

 Prefer to work with my Muse (fully) again. The political pandering
and maintenance ongoing of the world, with content rights,  so much commotion,
I just wish to delve in to what the creative forces offer.
Raw and with wildness or subtle and soft, or of anything beyond a buffer to the 
electric pulse.
People can be awful and people can be amazing.
I was raised by the moon and the sun until my grandparents died.
My dad knew to get away from the ultradrunk.   Some people have siblings but there are no brothers to call on and sister mercy is tying up suitors with bandanas it seems.

you go through many incarnations of life in a single lifetime. Even when life ends I'm sure it seems as just another continuation. ("Oh, I'm back on the elevator again, and this is the waiting song.")
Then what? Step off, onto another floor.



You have to give it all up, let it all go
to move on.
I can't raise you any more, all the problems you keep.

Well the muse is the only thing to get me out of this repetitive cycle 
one that no one else could ever understand yet every single person
can relate, just not in the exact same way but almost in common enough contemplations.

I have to use my brain or soul or something to get me out of this imitation hell.

Muses used to come in the formation of people but they'd sod sold off for material gain and things I can't say for it doesn't sound nice and I'm the politest of politest. 
but I'm holding on dead or something.
the world lessons seem boring now

and everyone knows the script too well, or sometimes it seems everyone does.
You fill your commentary of insight into the adaptions of all others,
and their antennae or rhythm zones of the next mass of sentience reaching. How many will grab? how many will pursue? Get those suckers out of purgatory --- no, they just think it's regular life.

I want a better world but it's up to me.

do it widespread or secretly.
The World's your Mind or God and you're its,  but there's all that commotion shit in the way of peace,
car fuck ups and human deaths, science exploitations and hollywood cults you name it
Jesus man did I sign up for this shit
let's trust somebody,
no that one, yes, ahhh, some rip offs how guessable,
no, go to the shore, be unfound, some peace for a while,
no gossip,  American poetry, something to casualize.  The people can handle it for a while,
me I'm on break, don't call my name you know, for a steady, steady long while.