Someone Left the Cake Out in the Rain...

     As I wander through the diversity of parking lots on delicate missions to facilitate my desires I often peer into the fortunes behind the mythical and mystical nuances behind the bumper sticker dialogue deluge.
      Often I get this militaristic imagery of " FREEDOM ISN'T FREE ..." and of course I lament over it's characteristic solioquoy.  I recall instead the stylistic ramblings of Janis Joplin instead, hoping of course to wash whatever flavor profiles are left in my taste buds for moments at a time, " FREEDOM'S JUST ANOTHER WORD FOR NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE..." end game slowly realized.  Not that there is any stratification going on here, but one I can hum the tune to, or just fake it, or get my fist pumping head throbbing candy coated popcorn and a prize feeling, like so many other unorthodox things are prone to do.
     Freedom, as any neuron firing escapade that shakes, rattles and hums when I get the tune down to a score is not won by challenging the mindset of another culture, or pursuing this concept of protecting our own spacial anomaly by imposing our will onto someone Else's structural foundations when we fear they are trying to do the same to us. No, I preclude or have a perception that this elusive concept of " Freedom " is really just a state or frame of mind. You don't own it, it is given freely, and it can leave without warning, take you by surprise and hopefully when it is realized will take your breathe away.
       Some idea that you have to fight your way out of a paper bag, dry a wet towel out somewhere high up in the Himalayas to relieve yourself of the burden of subjugation  is just pure and simple poppycock to persuade you to become another member falling off the back of a turnip truck.
        As the song often laments, someone left the cake out in the rain, I don't think I can take it, because it took so long to bake it and I'll never have that " recipe " again or I started a Joke, that started the whole world laughing, I myself laughed so hard, I fell out of bed, bumping into my own head, until I realized the joke was on me.  Take your Lego's, your Lincoln Logs and go outside and play until I call you late for dinner....