Time to write and, of course, nothing to say. whenever I sit down to write my mind goes blank. my emotions go blank. my irritability is heightened. the resistance is real. i will fight through it the way that I am fighting through life. I WILL NOT GIVE UP. I WILL NOT BACK DOWN. I WILL LOVE BUT I WILL ALSO HATE. HATE THOSE WHO DO HARM UNTO OTHERS. HATE THOSE WHO ARE TIME WASTERS. HATE CRAZY DRIVERS AND RUTHLESS KILLERS. SICK AND SAD SOCIETY. EXTREME CAPITALISM AT IT’S WORST. CONSTANT MURDERS. CONSTANT ASSAULTS. CONSTANT BANKRUPTS, CONSTANT STRESS. CONSTANT SUCIDES AND CONSTANT GREED. FUCK THE GREEDY AND FUCK YOU TOO!!!
SICK OF SNAKY INSURANCE COMPANIES AND SICK OF SHITTY UNIONS AND SHITTY BOSSES AND SHITTY LEADERS AND SHITTY RULES. RULES MADE UP BY THE RULERS. RULES MADE UP BY THE RICH TO KEEP THE POOR AT BAY. RULES MADE UP BY OLD WHITE MEN WITH WHITE HAIR AND WHITE SHINY TEETH. SHINY CARS. SHINY HEADS. SHINY SUITS AND SHINY WIVES. WIVES AND LIVES. MARRIED BUT FORGOTTEN. FORGOTTEN LOOKS AND FORGOTTEN CONFIDENCE. RULES. RULES. RULES. “YOU MUST ALWAYS FOLLOW THE RULES JOHNNY. THAT IS HOW TO SUCCEED IN THIS LIFE. STAY IN SCHOOL. AND STAY OFF DRUGS!!!”
Johnny follows the rules and ends up working in the factory yard of UPS. sending out packages and listening to boring people talking about their boring lives. one package at a time. wasteful garbage being shipped off to wasteful people. wasted lives and wasted wives. the buzzer sounds and the peasants go to the lunch room. no bosses in sight. they are out for fancy lunches in their fancy cars. in useless meetings talking about useless ways to make more money and keep the peasants at bay. sick and sad the way every other corporation is sick and sad. depraved and fat. gluttonous and lacking real intelligence. book intelligence but that doesn’t equal real intelligence. it makes you money but doesn’t make you happy. a never ending chase for the next big deal and the next big bonus. taking trips to Vegas to try and make more money and witness more fake plastic people with fake plastic tits and fake plastic lips. tits and lips and lips and tits. what happens to fake tits when these fake people die? do they remain intact buried under hard dirt and soft soil? is the grave filled with bones and silicone tits?
snakes and dragons and snakes and ladders and snakes and fakes and rakes and pancakes. sloppy seconds filled with sloppy bellies and sloppy bums. sloppy apartments and sloppy lives. each day becoming sloppier. each day becoming sadder. each day becoming closer to death and closer to life after death? really? life after death? lies. lies. lies. we are being told lies. lies after lies after lies. when will this corruption end? when will the elites be overthrown? when will we fight back and take control. at least take control of our own lives.
crazy dreams.
crazy people.
crazy betting apps.
crazy betting commercials.
one shitty commercial after the next.
WHY NOT ADVERTISE PORN WHILE THEY ARE AT IT???
we are sad and pathetic.
i still need money.
i still need love.
i still need a Dad.
i still need to live in a city.
i still need art.
i still need to create.
i still need to avoid bores.
I NEED TO AVOID BORES.
I NEED TO AVOID BORES.
I NEED TO AVOID BORES.
i refuse to lose.
FUCK EVERYONE AND NAMASTE.
notanotherphony. 