made it through another long and passionless work week.
another week off of my life.
another week closer to death.
another week closer to old age.
old.
wrinkled.
hopeless.
hopelessly waiting to die.
hopeless life.
hopeless death.
the weekend has arrived and I still have no money to enjoy it.
working 60 hours a week but still no savings.
still no life.
still getting pestered by pests wanting money.
money and bills and speeding tickets and time.
people wanting and wanting and wanting.
LIFE.
LIFE AT IT’S WORST.
the sun is out and so are the mosquitoes and black flies.
i am old and bald and wrinkly and have sunburnt skin and no hair and no job and zits and mosquito bites. what a great hand i was dealt.
the power of positivity telling me that, at least, i am alive and should be more grateful.
GOD…I THANK THEE.
rows and rows of dull houses that cost little to build but are now worth millions. a society that is always selling. selling shit that peasants consume.
boston pizza.
pizza pizza.
mcdonald’s
taco bell.
kentucky fried foreskin.
why do we buy shit?
consuming shitty product and eating shitty foods.
what is wrong with us?
what is wrong with us?
what is wrong with us?
what is wrong with society?
MONEY.
MONEY.
MONEY.
the real artists are poor and the manufactured artists with massive marketing funds and massive egos are rich.
the real artists offering real hearts and real souls but needing secondary sources of income to survive in this artless world.
CAPITALISM + CORPORATISM = THE RICH CONTINUE TO GET RICHER AT THE EXPENSE OF THE POOR.
notanotherphony. 