Something has to die in order for you to pay attention , to take a story as gospel. Gotta die, gotta bleed, toss in women and children if you’re serious about your story.
It’s probably a developed skill, observing, just being at peace with every little thing. Fucking frustrating man, every day.
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What can you do?
Really though?
Drop flyers out of planes?
“Hey guys,, it’s uh….the future. We have all kinds of cool shit now, you don’t have to do this”
Yep.. that’ll fix things.
I really do believe that the old systems won’t withstand the current connectivity. At least I hope so.
Makes me sad.
In my cushy little life, with my coffee and clean hands.With my headphones and podcasts, with my edible marijuana , with my YouTube premium, with my comfortable shoes, scrolling news stories.
I’m guilty as fuck ,right?
I’ve got to be. I can’t have it this good …
Eeshhh.
Maybe it helps to see real problems, see how fucked up things really can be.
Maybe, i dunno…
I can’t look at it, but they won’t let me look at anything without looking at it. So it’s their fault?
I dunno.
How could a loving God not be pissed the fuck off? Your God isn’t real, you’ve got it all wrong and I’ve done a substantial amount of psychedelics in my lifetime, so I’m gonna tell you how it is. Gather round’ kids.
dawn 