I do long for clarity.
Can say that with purity..
ANd if you look around and you put eyes on specimen that you consider to be less than…
It’s not as easy as you think.
Exhibit A- this needs to be fixed
Exhibit B- that needs to change
An individual can be as complicated as a group..
Not trying to wallow…
Scum runs the whole thing, because scum is selfish enough to forget the others. To absolutely abandon empathy.
“Sucks to be you”
At some point , a RobinHood type character might come along, and he might kill the CEO of one of the evils..
One of the symptoms.
“It’s no fun until someone dies”- Vicarious…
Sends a message, loud as fuck.
Might not change anything, but what it does issssssss…..
Screams from the gutter.
WE’RE DOWN HERE!!!
And you walked on us.
And you build your castles with our blood.
You enslaved us to little pieces of paper..
You fucked us good…
We have the numbers, but not the will.
Not the fortitude…..
Because we have things to lose.
Even a miserable life is still a life..
Send a message.
Kill a commander.
Watch him be replaced by 5 more..
And and and…
And my cat needs to go to the vet, and my bills need to be paid, and there’s a mortgage and a family.. and they’ve fallen into the bottle,,and and and….
And no thing I can buy actually makes me happy.
Sex has become a commodity.
Laughter is packaged and purpose and shot over the airwaves.
And trust is lost…
Since before we were born,,
Art has no hope.
Expression is so cheap because every ant is now a television station,,
And you lied to your children…
You were mega panicked over the pseudo Satanic,, you were fucking with heads..
And you were dosing children with amphetamines,, and you didn’t really teach them anything.
Nothing useful.
You bitched about the way of the world.
And you became sour and bitter, slogging through those fuckin days,,
One
After another…
So you grow into a person with a lot of baggage.
And I still believe that none of it is worth trusting.
I don’t kill CEOs, but I understand it.
Rat fucking people’s lives because they NEED some form of treatment…
I’m not as bad as Kev.
I won’t shit on people with money, just because they have money and I don’t…
But yo…
There were companies selling fuel additives to BOTH sides of World War 2.
Necessary ingredients,, to machines of death…
Do you???
Do.
You.
Trust this shit???
You wonder why people stay high.
You wonder why they escape into video games.
Fuckin wonder why they seek out a synthetic life and dopamine release…
SO you give up.
ANd you try to retrain your goals to something small..
Little piece of land, tiny house, happy cat….
And you tell yourself
“I could be happy”
But the outside world won’t let you…
And it’s so overwhelming..
So…
We compartmentalize.
Pick one issue within yourself and say
“Here… here is a fine place to start”
Those fucks will keep steamrolling.
You were born into it.
(Bleak)
ALRIGHT!!
Fine,,, you’re right…
I ended up there again…
Hunter Thompson said he didn’t want to live past 50, and he made it to 67.
He kept saying the other years were a waste, and the only thing he really wanted was to be dead…
maybe it was true..
Maybe it was a perspective issue…
Two things can be true at the same time…
Stretch… shake it off….
Hey… in real life, I do shut up.
I don’t talk much at all.
So I’m fine, yapping to a diary,,
I’m fine with it.
Feeling overwhelmed.
Totally understandable.
Sometimes it’s like that…9
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