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I Am Primitive...

I am primitive. I live in the jungle. Race, colour, creed, gender...are all unimportant. I ignore them. I hunger for my own. I thirst for knowledge. I hunt the uninformed. I have things to tell them. I am neither right nor wrong. I just am.



I am primitive. I live in the jungle. I step with purpose. The only laws are those of nature. I learned long ago from my ancestors that we do right because it is right. I do not search for the creator. I accept it's existence. I teach the younger and respect the elders.



I am primitive. I live in the jungle. I live among the civilised and watch them mistreat each other. I do not understand it. I live without greed. My needs are simple and few. Wanting is a drug. The civilised use it. I watch the civilised kill their own merely to gain the material. I am content in the jungle. Are they?



I am primitive. I live in the jungle. My jungle is neither trees nor caves. It is concrete, steel and suburbs. Farms are a memory. The civilised follow the machine. I follow my heart. I learned long ago to be myself.



I am primitive. I live in the jungle. I am made to feel like a monster; an aberration.



Are you primitive like me?

Comments

  1. jenny pageAugust 26, 2009 at 9:45 PM

    wow - this beautiful - like a positive version of earl palmer's "the monkey" told in declarative prose.
    i want to be primitive & w/o selfish wants. but i'm kind of a mouse, really, hoarding that cheese, in too many moments.
    i will call for you sunday, ok, ekim? my cell phone, people tell me today, is on the fritz. maybe it'll recover by sunday.
    w o w

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