If you could turn it all off.
Comrades.
Let’s say you had the self control to do that..
All you’d be left with, is word of mouth.
Talk around the water cooler, scuttlebutt, that state of affairs…the affairs of the state..
The vibration in which the population buzzes.
(Where are you?)
Forget about me, where are they?
I’m not a part of this, they are invested…
How sad..
How sad if these motherfuckers get animal farm’d.
Totally possible.
You have no control, you have no choice, you have but a mere illusion of safety.
Nothing is promised.
Tomorrow is NOT promised.
Nor prosperity, nor comfort, not satisfaction at your core,,,
Only tension.
Conflict.
Battle with anyone standing around,, anyone near …
Fuckin battle.
Neighbors, states, backgrounds.
It wasn’t the red versus the blue..
It was the city versus the country..
I like the country.
But the people aren’t what they used to be..
Hi tech rednecks….
Entrepreneurs ..
It infected the simple.
Slid in through the communication lines..
They saw your world,,and they stole from it, stole your values,identity,, your pretend ass concept of what is “cool”..
Cool..
Nobody knows what cool is.
It’s all illusion..
I have to put my head down sometimes..have to…
I can’t…look…at you anymore..
It’s so hard.
So hard to be here .
So hard to fake investment..
It’s all wrong and this fog follows me like a muh fuck a..fog,,,
Alll wrong….
All of it
dawn 