I actually do consider it a work of art.. not anything I say here, get over yourself.
Blending in with rednecks.
Do you have any Idea how much skill that takes? Walking around pretending that I’m “just one of the boys?”
How about religion?
There’s a weird scene, a little blonde boy standing in front of a congregation of pentecostals,pretending to feel the power of the holy ghost.
Christ on a cracker, fake as fuck, that’s all I’ve ever been able to be, just for defense. That’s life man. Just walking through this, keeping the mindset of ” I’m just passing through”. I know, I know, sad shit…
that’s not the point.
It makes you strong, it really does. If shame is the only weapon they have, you become a very peculiar color, impervious. There may be a way to fix that, but I don’t know it, I only know how to drink, how to smoke, how to “fritter the hours in an offhand way”-Time pink floyd.
That’s ok, I’m not malicious, I really do want people to win, and I recognize “real”, to the best of my ability. It’s just tough sometimes, and we do the best we can…
Sometimes I miss my parenthesis friend..
(I’m always here,man.)
dawn 