"Je suis Recluse!" Brooding. i'Feels like I'm brooding. Too much rennaisaunce man. I crave the strength to ran around town like a mad man, only to stop before people to urge with upmost urgency, "THINK BIGGER! THINK BIGGER! THINK BETTER! THINK MORE!" Perhaps, there may be time for that later still yet. For now i wonder. Thinking aloud, in this shroud, of words endowed, unintelligently "wow"ed. Can you keep your head when all others around you are dead? Inevitable. Repetition. Entropy. We are the spill trying to recollect, reorder ourselves, not ever having stopped focussing our attention and efforts on goals to consider what was around us. Some of we, have. Considered. we look out, we observe. in simpler terms we'd be at the top of the tree, or in the crows nest up the mast on a boat, ready to screetch down to our other monkey sailor comrades "DANGER!" Hear me screetch! EEEE! EEEE! EEEE!!! That's monkey for danger! Thats monkey for... PANIC EVERYONE, NOW! Nostrudamus. Highest outspoken monkey on a treetop. Named and unnamed monkeys all over, just as important, if no one will listen, to the screams of danger, no one can hear, the screams of warning, the screams of loved ones and friends. We're surrounded! lets get together and run outta the ring of enclosing doom! Thats right this monkey is steppin outta line! This monkey is. This monkey is saying we still got time. We can get together and all move together to save us ... to save us... hang onto the line, the rhyme, world of mine. World of yours, and theirs, and it's, and her's and his. OUR WORLD! All of ours, shared. We only have one, if we break it........... we be fucked. EEEE! EEEE! EEEE!!! listen to those who observe, not those who dominate, those who sit on the forrest floor controlling the pack. Its a survival issue. evolution will see to it, evolution will scrape off the crap. Are you gonna be the crap? Are you gonna get scraped? Are you gonna get us all scraped? Are we the crap? We are. Time gentlemen, Time!