dawn

Circling back to it,

Your world really is crazy.

Mine is too, but so is yours..

I’m not saying wrong, but certainly crazy.

And fixed.

The whole thing feels fixed.

And there really are people out there,trying to advance humanity, from seemingly honorable motivations.

And there really are people that care, people that want the best for mankind and everyone beneath them.

There’s also provocateurs..Inciters.

It’s money.

Gather money first.

Above all.

Then you can have the luxury of thinking about other people.

Ringing out noble topics and buzzwords like “the disenfranchised. The marginalized”

People that woke up and had life punch them in the face..

No shortage,,

Great numbers of those folk.

So many.

Without a doubt , more people fail than succeed .

Without a doubt, self sabotage is a real thing,, then you end up like them..

(Or they exit..)

Yea, I guess a lot of people do.

Vagabonds and nomads.

They just exit the whole thing and live under a bridge, because keeping up with your thing is so exhausting.

And drugs.

The need to disconnect.

And disconnection is not allowed, it’s mental illness, there is a rule and the rule says,

“You do not exit”

You do not..

But maybe you’d be happier.

Be happier with less.

I try to keep my bar for materialism low, because I can’t keep up either.

I don’t want to.

I like my guitar pedals, but ya’ll motherfuckers are killing me…

It’s hard to care that much when the whole thing feels like bullshit.

When it’s all about the loot and it really is….

Simple.

Feels like you must identify a goal.

I feel like you’d be really lost without a North Star,

Do you think a handful of people are navigating the world?

Deciding which way things are going to go?

It’s possible…

Up above the game and keeping things in some specific limbo?

For very intentional purposes??

Feels like it.

No proof, but it sure feels like it.

Conspiracy minded or just distrustful?

I dunno,,

The regular fuck still needs skill to break out of that. And they have to sharpen them like a knife,,luck isn’t really and this thing will stand over you while you dig your own grave at gunpoint…And after enough time you become numb. And the internet exacerbates.

And I miss George Carlin.

And I like the bigger picture talk.

And it’s hard to trust any of ’em.

Even if you wanted the smallest little life,, you still have to give them all of you.

The majority of your thought,

The majority of your time,

There’s an assumption that it’s required, that level of investment.

ANd when you clock out?

The world is on fire.

And red hates blue.

And Q knows the hidden knowledge.

And there’s an honest to Christ holy war taking place at this EXACT moment.

And you should be afraid,, and the fucker is coming to get you!

It’s going to ring your doorbell at 3 in the morning, it’s going to invade your home and beat you to death with dildos.

And what you should really be worrying about is the others, because they’re out there too.

And they’re fucking up your perfect little world.

The nerve..

The nerve of someone thinking that life is different.

Meanwhile rockets are launching, and people are harvesting organs, and sociopaths are implanted in the money system, and life is cheap…

ANd you are helpless..

Poor little you, with no power or no voice, poor little you trying to escape it.

Poor little sad you, drinking up the pity, laminating name badges with the word “victim”.

Poor little fuckin you.

Got steamrolled.

Got buried.

Got grinded.

Got incinerated…

(Heart)

Cannot kill the heart.

If they all came at you at once, they couldn’t do it.

If each one punched you in the face, if they stood and waited in a single file line,,patiently waiting for their turn to deck you,,,

(You still stand)

God damn right you still stand.

Decades of it.

I’m still here.

Find my off button, I dare ya.

Stab at me as you will, my internal organs are fluid, and they dodge your knife even after it penetrates the skin.

You can cut my head off and try to dig into my brain through the neck hole.

You’ll find steel.

You’ll need power tools.

Perhaps an Acetylene torch.

I’m not going to die.

I’ll flinch but I will not fall.

This shit is not going to make me crazy.

I refuse.