STATUS FLO: The Archive

So here I am hugging my tree but I now have to make way for a bee, one of the bees that I feel should have more rights than me, in our society that’s forgotten the world and the relationship with things. The things that matter and make our world tick. The things avoided by those called a prick. The same prick that remains hidden though runs a major facelessconglomerate

that now claims to make things tick but which sells us stuff we do not need in order to giveshareholders their feed...

But now is the time to change our network of corruption and greed for the old natural way. Leave the motorways and ailseways and vehicles of oil and death and allow the world to reclaim itself with a net work of mushrooms and trees and hug it all together with a network not of chaos and delirium

but one of trees, hugs, love and mycelium ....

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Fond-unity
Fond of you all (apart from Amy)
Assimilation, barriers breaking down like microbes breaking down cheese, digestion.
Digesting the situation, so may varieties
Society, the melting pot
The fondu-niverse

Philip T

Crazy to think about what we’ve become
Left wondering how the hell was I so dumb
It took me time to let you go, but with reflections
I can see that we needed to go in our own directions
Honestly, it’s been a lot & I’ve leaned on my community
Don’t you remember, all those chats, predicting our future, our unity
Through all this, I was left spinning in confusion
Exasperated with it all, pure disillusion

Oh I know you played us down, spun a story for your own ease
You see, when I tell my side of the story I’ve got a wide angle lens - c’mon babe say cheese
Don’t worry though darling, I won’t shout loud about it, i’m not in the business of humiliation
But I would love to hear you admit, the things you said you wanted were just assimilation

Heard a poem recently about a situation-ship,
Had me hooked cos It could’ve been written us and our “relationship”
I know, I know you don’t like that word,
But you did admit it, so it’s time we all heard
Hearing the truth from you, now that feels impossible
So I boarded up my heart, I am making me uncrossable

But let’s get back to that poem shall we, it pricked my ears
All that talk of an ex-situation-ship that isn’t as it appears
Do you think you’ll ever feel the guilt
Thinking about all the hope you built
You haven’t crushed me, I’ve got me now.
I did have this strange feeling that you’d play foul.
It stung like a bitch, learning your character is gamey
And Jaz said it so damn well, FUCK YOU AMY!

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