dawn

I spend a lot of time just staring off into the distance and I always try to make sure I’m alone.

Because you look like a crazy person.

Letting your eyes stare at nothing.

Everyday this happens, since I was a little kid, and where the brain goes can never really be predicted.

I do end up in unselfish places.

I think about people I like or their families , I think about what the next wave of people are going to find and how they’re going to progress.

Zoom out.

Even past that lubby dubby hippie shit.

The ones telling you

“We are all the same, we are all made of star dust and every man is your brother and every woman is your sister”

TEAM HUMAN.

Feels naive, but the feeling has its place.

I’d say it’s important.

A wreck of a human crying at a narcotics anonymous meeting, a felon being released from a decade in prison and taking his first breath as a free man.

Team human..

Yea.

Important.

Compassion, forgiveness, understanding.

Love and peace.

If you’ve been to shitty places, you should know, you should be able to empathize with the grit and the grime.

And it feels vulnerable, taking that line of thought, trying to adopt the good and trying to push out the simple truth in your mind..

(There are monsters out there)

Yes there are.

And they want to hurt you, for a litany of reasons. Or maybe they just want to take from you, that’s common too…

(Quite an amazing bacteria)

Sometimes,,, yea…

So, as important as the hippie telling you that love is all you need, there is the town crier,,

and he (or she) tends to use profanity , because the situation is dire.

“Do you see this!??

Do you see what these mother fuckers are doing to you!??

Do you see how you’re being used?

Do you see how you’re asleep?”

That guy…or girl…

Call it,,hmm, call it revolutionary I suppose. The one with something to say, the one that nails the points and dares you to think about the bigger picture.

That person might have love in them, but the tool they’ve chosen is fire. They choose to use an abrasive technique because they have to.

Because You’re comfortable as fuck.

And you’re lazy as fuck.

And A few people you know in real life like you, and maybe a handful of internet strangers click on your “content”…

Why jeopardize that?

But the town crier doesn’t care about that, doesn’t care about your pussy-ass comfort… they have to say what they have to say…

Then it’s up to you.

It’s up to you to stare off into the fucking distance and spend time thinking,, let your mind churn it, let the machine crush down the thoughts into a powder..

Boils down to one single spec, one single question…

(Are they right?)

ANd there it is.

Both sides can’t be right,,, people can’t be beams of true and pure love ,,and murderers.

They can’t be dictators.

They can’t control masses..

There’s no way they could figure out a science behind it.

There’s no way you could trick a stranger into killing another stranger for you,,,im-fucking-possible…impossible.

While this floats and swirls in your head, other colors bleed in.

(There’s children.. man there’s children being born into this same thing. They are going to see ALL of it)

Over and over again.

And here you are,,,just staring off…

No place to even put these musings, no place to talk,,,,

(You speak of cacophony)

I think so…

I think it gets to be a lot and spending time on it might not be healthy.

Makes you feel helpless.

Makes you really mad,,

And I don’t even think people are this way, I think it’s what happens when you have a LOT of people, I think games have to be in place or things get bonkers…

But what the fuck do I know?

(I hope the kids do it better)

Me too.

I hope they take it in a new direction, without mass war, and without all the bad shit,,,

(Do you think people are good or evil?)

I still don’t know.

I think being alive takes a lot.

And I’m really glad that I found a place where I can try to think about it..

I hope they’re good.

I hope good wins.

(Best of luck)

You too.

(Also “fuck them”)

Oh for sure, gotta have that.

I mean , they bitches…duh…