dawn

Fuck that shit

We roll in on wings of gratitude 😜.

Got our complaints out,fuck you too, fuck fuck fuck..

I think they’re out..think I got em all.

Probably not 🚫

This kid at the gas station, he’s picking his face. And Every time I see him, there’s a few more of these little red scabs .

Wears a bandaid,but can’t hide the eyes.

Young dude.

Meth life. Life la metha loco.

Whatchew doin man?

Why you do that?

Chew know the danger?

Chew know what you fuckin with right there?

Also, The pupils give it away. Don’t pretend that people don’t notice. You know that they do.

Your face looks weird man. And why would you do a drug that makes you pick at your face?

Maybe he muted the universe.

Maybe he doesn’t care.

So,in that context, I don’t have the right to say shit to him.

It’s still weird to look at.

Scabface young kid..

I spy a little blue Miata.

Great day for one, great morning for one. A little go-kart mofo.

What do you do when your heroes are all dicks?

I can’t remember where that happened, Pretty sure it started with Billy Corgan though.

Had to of.

If it were a cat.

If it was a cat at the gas station, and if that cat was addicted to meth, I would be compelled to care about it.

I would have a pulling in my heart, I would have a desire to help.

But since it’s a human I’m indifferent.

It seems like there’s something very wrong with that.

And that problem, is “me”.

As I speak the sentence into the telephone, I pass a gray cat with a white stripe. Roadkill. Today was his last day.

Or her.

Just like that, it goes fast.

For monkeys and for kitty cats.

Gone just like that.

Maybe that cat was a true alcoholic, maybe it wanted to die.

Maybe being roadkill was the best thing for it.

Deep thoughts on my commute this morning.

And what I’m going to do, what is required, is to push all of this out of your head.

Silencio.

You are required to silence everything inside of your head, and focus on the task, focus on money.

And that’s what daily life is.

You come, you eat the cookie, you smoke the butt, you go to bed and you get up and you go to f****** work-Dennis Leary.

Pretty bleak?

Pretty accurate 😂

Let’s talk about American politics..

You’re supposed to do that at work too, you’re supposed to be involved, give off the image of being engaged.

Caring.

Believing, feeling passionately.

It takes a lot out of me to be that fucking fake.

I don’t care for it, But it’s all in the game.

(“It’s about you and the Sun, a morning run, the story of my maker, what I have and what I ache for. I’ve got a golden ear, I cut and I spare, but what else is there?”- royksopp)

The cycle of life, the cycle of water falling on plants and shit..

All part of it👍

Grat

Ehh

Tude.