Hurry Up Convenience

The world is music, always music.

All the junk turns The Beautiful to junk.

That’s something to think about too.
It's the way of the thing you know that you type like this...
But it’s bilge and perhaps better suited for somewhere else?

No. It’s important that this madness is documented. The madness of the age that’s the plight, the fight against the destructive forces of neglect.
Of quick fix.

It’s not inconvenience that I fight, it’s a hurried, hurry up convenience.

The aftermath of yesterday is today’s fight.

Here I am in this prison that’s not. That most certainly is.

This King’s body at war with yesterday.