Do things happen when people protest?
I get the feeling that people in power just roll their eyes.
Eventually, maybe change comes eventually, after enough people bitch for long lengths of time,,
Mmmmm, kinda fucked.
What is right will eventually take place, but way down the fucking road.
Talk to me about equality.
Talk to me about individual freedom of choice.
Shit man, talk to me about theater.
We all agree, capitalism is the best we’ve got, I don’t argue, I just got too much fucking stuff.
Probably a thin line between capitalist and perpetual consumption, my little go kart gotta drink resources so I can get to my grind, so I can do it all again tomorrow.
Lovely, so exciting, what a joy, what a rush.
And people get mortally addicted to even the slightest amount of power, a janitor training a new hire.
” I’m king shit around here, you’re going to learn to clean up shit the way I clean up shit, because I’m like, the King of cleaning up shit”
Tickles the cock and balls.
Gives you some feeling of,,, I dunno, being in control.
The universe don’t give a fuck about that though.
Love a pet, love it with all your heart, let it outside and find it smeared in the road. A little feline greaseball, because nobody gives a fuck about you love, they just want to drive fast.
To get more.
To shave seconds off the traversing of distance.
” you are so fucked”
Tough to fight that thought, a real challenge, but only if your eyes are open and you’re trying to look at the whole thing.
Fuck war. Fuck old books, fuck global theater.
This life refuses to get off your dick.
I think it has something to do with faces, everyone needs to have their face removed, surgically, then we don’t have to stop breeding, we simply nurture a population of monsters.
The next group of children would learn not to be afraid of monster faces and poof,the ego is dead.
dawn 