At a loss. Under an avalanche. Unable to say anything to anyone, without saying it backwards. Rubbing my face and listening to radiohead. Not feeling alive or liberated yet, as I would have hoped would have happened now that things are over at school. No, they have just begun. Saying such fucking cliches over and over and over and over. Horrible late night TV and music are the only ones keeping me company. Exchange pleasantries with the ghosts of the past. Hit rewind and replay thinking about the ghost of the present. Be troubled because there's no ghost of the future saying a word.
An old aquaintance today, pointed out the way the world is. How people are egotistical and such and don't change for the better. How no one will go the extra mile on major issues. He's younger, so I suppose I can't say he's only figuring things out now. But figuring things out he is. More so, then perhaps, the kids at the local bar. Another long, long story. that you've read before. That I need to get off of. That's never going to change because all I am ever going to do is type this and only 4 people, if that, are going to ever read it. And they're going to say, "Hey, cool" and I wont change the world and that'll be the end of it.
Huckaby will change the world, though, alright. He's got the "christian" right on his side. Tote your bibles, but only the parts that say ignore everyone not from america. That tell you to build fences and chant USAUSAUSA at people who want to be here like were fucking hot shit. Like we've got rights they don't have. Because we are um... we were born lucky. Someone asked me the other day, if I were a lucky guy. I think I said no, but I should have said yes. I'm a miserable, lucky guy. My daily life may get stuck with unlucky situations and misfortunes, but... I should stop complaining. It's unlucky, yes, but I am lucky that I can get unlucky.
Maybe one day I'll get lucky again.
2 comments:
"Hey, cool" :P
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I believe you'll change the world. Or at least someone in it.
And the only reason I'm actually
commenting is because I
believe that more than
I believe a lot
of things.
The world is always changing. Existence is suffering. But maybe, just maybe, if we create our own little world, exploit everyone and everything around us like drug addicts, shield our eyes in fear and arrogance, and pretend nothing else matters then we won't have such a hard time getting by. Until we have to reap what we sow, and those same elitist people who exploit everything around us exploit us as well. I hope you feel better, Mike.
-Your Acquaintance :)
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