what to do with my life. what to do with my life. I am always trying to figure out what to do with my life. no money. little excitement. a big fire but it is beginning to flame out. arguing with people over the wrong things for long periods of time and then the time is gone. never to be recovered. changing people’s opinion’s is nearly impossible. and if you are NOT struggling with money then the system works. if you ARE struggling with money then it doesn’t work. it is a pretty simple concept and yet I still argue. I still try to win but my energies would be better spent elsewhere. doing something that is meaningful. doing something that is powerful. doing something that moves people. doing something that affects people. doing something that makes people feel. makes them think. there is already enough useless ENTERTAINMENT out there for the masses so I choose to NOT add more uselessness to the world and yet I must add something. I cannot or will not work for someone else. getting up everyday at 6am and pounding a coffee down my throat. rushing out the door in darkness. hitting up McPukes drive through for a breakfast sandwich. rushing to work with all the other “rushers” to make little money doing little jobs for little men with small penises but huge ego’s and a small small brain. I REFUSE TO LOSE BUT THAT IS LOSING FOR ME.
CREATE. CREATE. CREATE.
LOVE. I ALWAYS GO BACK TO LOVE. I NEED MORE LOVE IN MY LIFE. I NEED MORE CONNECTION IN MY LIFE. I NEED MORE HUGS. I NEED MORE KISSES. I NEED FUN. I NEED MEMORIES…MEMORIES…memories…childhood memories again. it always goes back to childhood memories where I met many great friends and many great dads. many great mom’s. life was easier. life was fun. life was hopeful. hopeful… hoping to win the game. hoping to win the girl. hoping to win the race. hoping to go out for dinner. hoping to get a good report card. hoping to win the award. hoping to score a goal. hoping to make a save. hoping for Dad to come home. hoping for Dad to wake up. hoping it was all just a big joke. a big hoax. a big dream.
it was not.
LOVE. NEED MORE LOVE.
INSPIRE. NEED MORE INSPIRATION.
DO NOT GET CAUGHT UP IN POLITICS UNLESS I AM WILLING TO CHALLENGE THE SYSTEM. WILLING TO CHANGE THE SYSTEM.
WRITE.
CREATE.
DO WHAT I AM MEANT TO DO.
LIVE.
LOVE.
CREATE.
INSPIRE.
HELP OTHERS.
MOTIVATE OTHER’S.
in such a phony world filled with phony people doing phony things with phony smiles and phony Instagram accounts be REAL.
I want to start a revolution but the masses are not ready for a revolution.
doug ford.
Jason kenney.
donald trump.
three irrelevant people that we have somehow made relevant.
why?
WHY?
WHY?
but fuck them.
FUCK THEM.
sit down. relax. focus. feel. and then write.
Nicole Morin vanished from her west end apartment thirty-four years ago and has not been seen since. she was eight years old at the time. she was on her way down to meet her friend to go swimming. it was a hot day in July. summer. no school. fun. friends. swimming. playing.
but she never made it down.
and she’s never been found.
her parents were devastated.
how could she be taken without a trace?
no evidence or botched evidence?
no closure for the parents.
sad.
her Mom died a few years later from cancer.
her Dad all alone.
wondering just what happened to his precious daughter.
why are humans so hurtful?
why are some so evil?
empathy.
love.
create.
notanotherphony. 