I pulled out my shovel the other day JUST to dig that BUSH up.............. I've grown tired of the "what is, not really is" game...the lies, deceit and trickery... but, that BUSH was good...because the mystery to me was...how so many people believed, that BUSH was burning ...talking to them/words delivered from the lips of heaven ... but that BUSH had forked branches and it's roots choked my garden and tried to "grow flowers" and disguise it as my friend ... but my senses are keen and it's flowers smelled of oil and it's thorns pierced so many hearts .... that mother's cried because their children died ... for what? So more BUSHES could grow? So that BUSH could breathe life into other privileged gardens while starving the rest of the land? So I dug that BUSH up well before November ... and sipped a French wine while enjoying my private bonfire ..."Burn Baby Burn" (C)2004 blakverb "a quik thought"