Listen

I get the general feeling, general impression that people don't really listen to me. Or, listen to me and say that they'll do something but not follow through. The scary thing is that these people have a future job of mine in their hands and stuff.

That's just what I'm thinking.

Otherwise, I'm too busy with homework to be paranoid. Too much stuff I've been putting off. I'd rather listen to Stars of the Lid and work at my own pace and relax. (Dopamine clouds over Craven Cottage = new favorite song)

I think it's a good thing that no one listens to me here. And a bad thing that no one listens to me outside of here.

zeroFminus

our shows abt being lost are on an island
our reality abt being lost is not on TV
No on interested about those stupid other people
breathing air and getting help from others
"their" wallet, "their" 401k, "their" "nation"

This art is a lie.
Our movies are garbage about garbage.
Video killed the musician.

we speak through microphones and amplifiers
demanding love and respect, for ourselves.
for an order where ourselves are in charge

There is only order in consensus
there is only consensus when EVERYONE is listened to
Everyone is only listened to in.................

short circuited monolith

Can't sleep. Too warm. Helicopter flying low overhead.

Something about old episodes of house on mute looping on the TV.

Something about going nuts over what tomorrow brings.


When the world is sick, can't no one be well?

cake is a lie

I'm a walking hypocrisy.

I um... I've been writing on this shit for like, 3 years now.

Talk talk talk, and I'm still here, not doing anything.

Maybe later or something. I haven't forgotten. I don't have anything better to do. I don't have the courage.

Leading back to being a hypocrisy...

Hello internet

I still exist. It's been like, 3 weeks or something in school now. Kind of flew it seems.

I've not been posting. Mostly cuz I um, haven't been inspired or anything. By inspired I mean like, I haven't been out all too much in a setting where I'll have a good idea to write about. By "good idea", I mean something that's not horridly self absorbed/whiny/boring/all of above. I suppose this post falls into that category, but whatever.

Doesn't matter anyway.

White flag.

If my ideals were in any way possible, I'd sleep well tonight. [I wont sleep well tonight]

I think some people are... Amazingly great. There exists many people who are much better than myself. Then, I'm just off the face of the earth. I'm just here. Kind of too idealist to fit in, but no where charming enough to pull it off.

I'm a little lost.

the miserable/the oppressed/the dead.

People taking the bus home. From their, you know, shirt and tie, "professional" (like other people aren't professional at what they do) jobs... Making money on wall street or whatever sad thing they're doing. They're all fucking miserable. I see it in their eyes. Their attitude, devoid of anything resembling empathy. Snappy and miserable. In power, though. Going home to their middle of the line car in a park n ride, driving to their middle of the line home. Not standing up for anything, but their money and power.

Meanwhile, the kind guy chases a man out of the subway, bringing him his umbrella that was left behind. Older guy, or just perhaps just more worn out. No reason to do it, but to save a guy from walking in the pouring rain.

Why am I supposed to admire the rich? Why do we not follow around those who are technically poor, but do nice things, and take pictures of them doing nice things for people they do not know?


Meanwhile, Gaza burns and we all think it's just okay. Just okay that Israel is bombing schools. They're not terrorizing the general population. Gazans are too busy trying to survive and bury their children to be scared.