Buninybah
We build their cities, we run their machines, we fight their wars. We are nothing more than fuel; fuel that powers the elite; the elite that hide behind their logos of corporations. This is their world and their most valuable resource is not in the ground; it is us. After all, money is not what drives them, its power; money is simply the tool they use to control us; worthless pieces of paper we depend on to move, feed and entertain ourselves. They gave us money; we gave them the world.
I stand on the sand, watching the ruthless southerly swell pound the shoreline on my beach. The raw energy of the ocean captivates my mind. It drifts the utter bull they teach me at school into the wind, as well as all the shitty computer game stories …show more content…
On the water's edge, outcrops of hexagonal columnar-jointed basalt named the 'Giant's Causeway', which kind of looks like an echidna, a rocky one. I guess you could say this is my church. I come here to heal my wounds from …show more content…
Leaving all my belongings behind, I head straight to the sea and paddle for the giant’s causeway where the waves looked clean. I become in an intense combined state of euphoria, peace, presence and excitement; it’s kind of like time ceases.
Paddling out wasn’t as hard as I thought. But before I get to too relaxed, a large set breaks on the shallow sand bank. I was just caught on the inside. I try to duck dive it but the wave rips the board from underneath me and picks me up and throws me around like a washing machine. The ferociousness and power of the wave tears my leg rope in half losing my surfboard and its buoyancy it gave me. I pop up on the other side of the wave and gasp some air. The next wave doubles up but I manage to get underneath the wall of water. The power of it pushes me back a few feet nevertheless I make a dash to get past the next
We build their cities, we run their machines, we fight their wars. We are nothing more than fuel; fuel that powers the elite; the elite that hide behind their logos of corporations. This is their world and their most valuable resource is not in the ground; it is us. After all, money is not what drives them, its power; money is simply the tool they use to control us; worthless pieces of paper we depend on to move, feed and entertain ourselves. They gave us money; we gave them the world.
I stand on the sand, watching the ruthless southerly swell pound the shoreline on my beach. The raw energy of the ocean captivates my mind. It drifts the utter bull they teach me at school into the wind, as well as all the shitty computer game stories …show more content…
On the water's edge, outcrops of hexagonal columnar-jointed basalt named the 'Giant's Causeway', which kind of looks like an echidna, a rocky one. I guess you could say this is my church. I come here to heal my wounds from …show more content…
Leaving all my belongings behind, I head straight to the sea and paddle for the giant’s causeway where the waves looked clean. I become in an intense combined state of euphoria, peace, presence and excitement; it’s kind of like time ceases.
Paddling out wasn’t as hard as I thought. But before I get to too relaxed, a large set breaks on the shallow sand bank. I was just caught on the inside. I try to duck dive it but the wave rips the board from underneath me and picks me up and throws me around like a washing machine. The ferociousness and power of the wave tears my leg rope in half losing my surfboard and its buoyancy it gave me. I pop up on the other side of the wave and gasp some air. The next wave doubles up but I manage to get underneath the wall of water. The power of it pushes me back a few feet nevertheless I make a dash to get past the next