I realize that I’m basically the living embodiment 1999.
That particular tribe and that particular class…
They had as much “fuck you” as the hippie, just nothing to be mad at, not really.
I remember bumper stickers like ” vandalism- as beautiful as a rock in a cops face”
Vandalism was a pastime out in the sticks, the angry males squaded up and went out on the small towns..
Ahh nothing.
A vent for some internal feeling that made no sense, hormones, distorted guitars and pounding drums.
The world moves on and you don’t..
Or it’s just your makeup, you get molded and formed by the times and the place.
Then you look up and it’s all behind, you’re somewhere else and everyone is behaving differently.
Progress?
Probably.
Not my prerogative or preference ,
Just alive, just down here with the rest of you, just carrying on , you learn to stay out of trouble and you don’t spend much time at all daydreaming about success.
You don’t even know what that word is, can’t even visualize , daydreams are powerful but there’s no sense in spending time imagining what cannot be..
Still alive though.
Still carrying your spirit and all the influence of environment, still strolling amongst the cloud of the time,,,,
Funny, funny to look at,
Funny to think about .
Being alive is a very funny thing, and monkeys are hilarious .
When it rains you get a chance to curl up, have a French pressed coffee and a morning cigarette..
Oh the irony.
How precious life is versus how delicious death tastes,,, funny.
Zen Buddhist meditation over a drill beat, a folk singer with a guitar , spitting the illest gangster bars ever to leave a human’s lips, juxtaposition , juxtaposed , a meal with a foreign flavor. Something in the dish that doesn’t belong, but it makes it so unique, so distinct .
I can see a thousand directions but I much prefer the sound of rain on a roof, I like it where it’s warm and dry, the dust has settled and you’ve made your way into a cave, you built a fire, you stockpiled food and weapons,
Gonna be alright.
Out here on these mean streets,
Gonna be alright and you’re the only person that needs to be sure.
Femininity has pummeled masculinity?
Yeah, probably.
Lonely men , high suicide rate, virtual community,Easier -to find – community— on the internet– easier to do, safer,
People come with a red X,
You can close that window at any time, you can turn people off at a whim and it desensitizes to the aspects of being a human.
Shit talk with no consequences ,
Emotional vandalism .
Character assassination,
Group think, the people become a glob ,
You’re not battling a person, you’re battling a glob, easier to fight if you keep that in mind, makes the opponent manageable.
Because people are bitches.
Expect the worst and you’ll usually be right, sad but true, prove me wrong, etc etc etc.
Happy Saturday fucko.
dawn 