Some dude, talking to some other dude while holding a microphone,in a packed arena.
“I WANTED TO WRESTLE AGAINST YOU! NOT THIS….bitch..”
Bravo.
Standing ovation for poor writing…
Simulation of real things.
Simulation of battle, morals,right and wrong, good and evil.
Like watching a television set of humanity…
Alright..maybe it’s not lame..
Maybe I just can’t disconnect enough to enjoy it.
To enjoy the simulated dramas..
I see a little bit of myself in everything, so I assume everything sees a little bit of itself in me.
Intellectual property.
Vibe.
The zeitgeist and the climate of a culture..
Understand that it’s like weather.
And watching these nations and these politics..is no different.
It’s no different than watching these grown men call each other names.
You’re the one sitting in the arena.
You’re the one on the edge of your chair.
I’m just over here laughing, out in the parking lot, sweeping up cigarette butts and beer cans..
“oh lawdy”
Do you ever feel like being a person is just too much?
Does it ever feel too intense for you?
Just looking at it.
Thinking about it.
You can rob yourself of joy without any help at all, If your brain keeps going..
That should help you understand addicts.
And alcoholics and codependents
Should…
dawn 