246 Runner

Runner

There is a presumption that runners enjoy their proclamation that control is denounced upon them, but by way of virtue it becomes another sin of occupation. To release that grip is without doubt an amalgamation of run-down systems and crime on the street. It becomes do or die, yet not a virtue of their normal running around town. It is by way of a pre-occupation to live for justice of the street, within making a better society for the children. Without announcement there are a number of virtues it requires, ‘talking loud’ by walking for the people, and having spiritual knowledge. There may be no cops and robbers but a pilgrimage of worshippers in the vicinity of the land within which it’s done.

Oftentimes buttering the street ready for toast in the morning makes a better shake for the breakfast but without these people there would be no coherence of a life unbeknown to the next generation. Without communication it can become a little cumbersome, but so much is read by a wink, a hood, a look, and a nod. There are many places we find these stowaways for want of a better word, these are the ‘street sweepers’ on every corner checking everyone has what they need, running a block and keeping the street life. They are both/and an American, UK, Worldwide phenomenon, they are our street pastime.

If there were a way for making clever alleyways through muck, we would all want to be them, but through want of madness to eradicate as the Masters said. We know what we are looking for, how it is done to our very own degree and why we must exacerbate the foretold. It is Irish in its poetry and yet majestic in its majesty. There are many pitfalls, it is a bit like an addiction to two girls at once, but that is form for you. We are after all just human in malice. There are a few ways into the deanery of concierge, but only one way out.

We claim a smile, and run a mile, with a half lampoon strapped to our back as if making water for chocolate. But allowing no weapons involved or we have gone too far. Taking in the virtues of spiritual King-Fu, through use of the eyes. I used to hide in sunglasses and make reprise through changing uniform. But these days I sit back in the office and let the street be. I did my bit, I know what it is like to catch terrorists, tailors, and black street mailers. There are many things I go on nailing, but not as a King and certainly not as a robin hood, it is just an on-going language or aphorism of the street.

STREET BEAT CO.

Love Andrew X