notanotherphony.

whole body in pain.

the pain continues.

six months and counting.

knee surgery.

physio.

massage therapy.

exercise.

yoga stretches.

pain killers.

muscle relaxants.

knee drained.

knee drained again.

doctor’s appts.

mri’s.

x-rays.

ultrasound.

still no answers.

still no solutions.

nutritionist next.

rheumatologist next.

continuing to work.

continuing to search.

still no money.

still no fun.

still no job that pays enough to live in this society.

what a sad life.

what a sad society.

tik tok followers and social media influencers that offer up embarrassingly bad content of nothingness rule the airwaves similar to bad pop music and bad beer.

a society of sheep.

a society of peasants.

i do not want to talk to the majority of people.

the majority of people bore me. really bore me.

puppets bore me.

politicians bore me.

bankers bore me.

investment bankers bore me.

managers bore me.

angry dog walkers bore me.

film sets bore me.

church bores me.

LISTENING BORES ME.

I AM BORED.

I AM BROKE.

I AM IN PAIN.

I AM OLD.

I AM SCARED.

jack tait wonders what’s next.

his arms, shoulders, neck, and legs are all sore. all in pain.

sore.

stiff.

he ended up removing his one testicle but he doesn’t think it would be smart to remove both arms, both legs, and both shoulders.

how would he drink his jack daniels?

for now he accepts the pain and sips his coffee.

he doesn’t only drink jack daniels.

as warped and lonely as he is on the outside he is more tortured and more lost on the inside.

but he still enjoys a good coffee in the aftermath of a drunken debauchery the night before.

he hopes his bowel movements will be back to normal after a rough day on the toilet yesterday.

“getting old sucks”, jack whispers to himself.

“yes it does”, replied his old purple beaten down or beaten up reclining chair.

jack tait sits in pain.

he once sat in shame but, after years of useless therapy that didn’t do anything but bomb his bank account, he realized that no one gave a fuck about anyone else other than to gossip like schoolgirls and housewives.

jack tait said, “FUCK SHAME” and began drinking more and masturbating more. he also grew out his balding hair and thick beard and left his one sagging nut dangle and free to do whatever the fuck it wanted to do.

JACK TAIT WAS A FREE MAN.

A FREE MAN AT LAST.

BUT GOD (?) DIDN’T WANT HIM TO BE FREE. SO HE PUNISHED HIM WITH CONSISTENT PAIN IN HIS ARMS. CONSISTENT PAIN IN HIS SHOULDERS. CONSISTENT PAIN IN HIS LEGS.

punishing jack for living a free and debacherous life filled with no money but lots of fucks.

no money but lots of drunkeness.

no money but lots of wild nights and wild weeks filled with booze and drugs and laughs and fucks and failed fucks and failed attempts at fucks and blacked out brains asleep on random couches and random floors of random jails.

exciting times and exciting girls.

god works in mysterious ways???

jack tait sits alone in pain but no shame and sits on his purple reclining chair. he sips his coffee and wonders when he will die. his Dad died suddenly one night on a gymnasium floor teaching kids how to play soccer and how to be a better person. a great man taken way too soon while evil men with evil souls and no hearts run countries and ruin the world.

GOD YOU ARE ONE FUCKED UP MAN (if you are real).

jack tait has another sip of coffee and closes his eyes.

he can now sleep.

he is free.

jack tait searches for answers on life.

he wonders why houses are so expensive.

he wonders why food prices are so expensive.

he wonders why gas prices are so expensive.

basic necessities becoming too expensive for the average person.

low paying jobs and higher earnings (robbery) for corporations.

greed rearing it’s ugly head again.

jack tait is sickened by political leaders offering up empty solutions that are nothing more than rehashed lies and confusing pregnancies.

jack tait knew long ago that the best solution was to ride his blue tricycle into the middle of nowhere and find a beaten down and abandoned farmhouse to live in.

the kids call it “living off the grid” but jack calls it getting away from the dependence of sick politicians and sick corporations.

sick politicians who blatantly kill people and starve people in the name of war.

cruel sick corporations who kill people and starve people all in the name of “growth.”

q4 growth.

q1.

q2.

roi.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!

WHAT HAVE WE BECOME?????????????????????

jack was constipated last night so he took two senokots.

today he sits on the toilet with an open bum and a sore belly.

you can’t win them all.

senokot last night.

waiting for the results today.

too many pills for too many ailments.

weening off is the answer.

slowly but surely.

surely slowly.

“you can do this.”

“yes we can.”

“you got this.”

“yes you can.”

“JUST DO IT.”

“only the good die young.”

“time is now.”

SNOW OUTSIDE.

i don’t feel like shovelling.

i don’t feel like working.

i don’t want to wake up at 3am anymore.

i will continue to be aware.

continue to observe.

why am i anxious about shovelling snow today?

one more day.

one more night.

one more week.

one more month.

one more year.

one more decade.

DEAD.

DON’T WISH YOUR LIFE AWAY.

do things that make you happy.

don’t lessen the blow.

don’t let the leaders drag you down.

what excites you?

DO IT.

full day of work today?

dreams of work.

why?

my eyes are blurry.

my body is uncertain.

“watson…let’s get to the bottom of this once and for all.”

jack tait sits alone in his rocking chair drinking jack daniels from the bottle and watching nothing.

he watches nothing.

he listens to nothing.

he sits and drinks.

drinks and sits.

peace and quiet has finally come.

he hears the birds chirping but he doesn’t hear cars.

he doesn’t hear sirens.

he doesn’t hear screaming kids.

or barking dogs.

he is catatonically happy and content.

he sits.

he drinks.

he listens.

he breathes.

he is.

i am.

jack tait.

war rages on in gaza. not so much more but genoicide.

sick leaders and it’s sick sheep killing thousands of innocent civilians. no thought of life. no thought of being empathetic. no thought of humanity. evil monsters with way too much power continuing to ruin the world.

WHEN DOES THE REVOLUTION HAPPEN?

a real revolution that attacks the system. attacks both major parties in the US and canada the parties of greed and commerce over humanity and the welfare of it’s people.

i, once again, ask why we vote for one of these two main parties?

inner city poverty.

drug epidemics.

homelessness.

murders.

severe debt.

unhappiness.

fights.

anger.

rapes.

pedophilia.

hatred.

stress.

robberies.

gun violence.

mental health issues.

suicides.

gangs.

rush hour traffic.

daily car accidents.

hospital staff shortages.

doctor shortages.

lack of funding for mental health.

lack of funding for education.

squandering of funds.

BALANCE THE BUDGET.

BALANCE THE BUDGET.

BALANCE THE BUDGET.

everything is about balancing the budget.

no helping out the poor.

no helping out the less fortunate.

balancing the budget over helping humanity.

SICK LYING SNAKES.

there is an abundance of money.

LIES AND DECEPTION.

LIES AND DECEPTION.

LIES AND DECEPTION.

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