something I wrote very early one morning last month and forgot to put up, you can read it if you want I guess its here.
Alright, so Im out of high school, and I am beginning to enjoy summer, except theres one problem, NO Job.
So I started thinking well I have to get a job I mean in the future if I want to live the way I am right now, waking up at 10 oclock in the morning in a house rather than a fucking box I might as well find a way to make money, but then I thought to myself well If I want a house and this and that I need a job, but what if the only job I can have eats up all my time, then how can I live the way I want. It makes no sense, I fell like in the society we live in now everything is about tomorrow, well fuck tomorrow technically tomorrow never comes, and anyway I think George Carlin said it best, (how do we even now tomorrow is going to be another day, we wont know until tomorrow, but tomorrow wont be tomorrow then it will be today and we will still be wondering what tomorrow will be). SO why is it that I have to worry about tomorrow, and forget to live today. I mean I do not at all want to sit at some job just because at the end of the week I will be handed money, not a lot of money. Know this fucked up society it will be just enough money to survive. Enough to buy me just the right about of Kraft dinner to keep me alive now, but the perfect amount to clog my arteries just as I start to become a less effective worked for the FUCK-OVER-THE-CONSUMER-COMPANY I work for.
So I started thinking want kind of world would I like to live in, well what about a world with love, action, adventure, and a world were you dont get looked at funny, when you walk by someone and say hi. I mean have you noticed this shit in the society we live in now. Your sitting on a fucking bus paying through the ass to get from A to B, and you turn to the person next to you, and because of it you are labelled a crazy person, and you know its true because you have said the exact same thing to a friend or to yourself when the homeless looking guy sits down and starts to talk to you. WHY??? Why is it that we have started to become afraid of the OTHER in this society we live in.
Anyway I want to find a way I can live my life doing what I love and not have to sacrifice myself in the process, I want to do something because its worth doing not because it makes some ass whole CEO more money so he can continue to abuse alcohol, play, golf with his other business man friends, fuck not only every body who works for him, but the whores he gets his wife to buy for him. FUCK IT I think I am done with this society, I mean living a life obsessed with money, and tomorrow makes as much sense as shooting your self in the ass because its fashionable, which Im sure will be so next year. So well every one is listen to the new soul less music, with the faggoty cars and their fucking consumer products I will be sitting in a corner telling you all to fuck off well I do my best not to become you, sure it will be hard but Im up for it.
- Mood:
Wow! - Listening to: the ringing in my head
- Reading: a juice box
- Watching: indecent proposal
- Playing: gamecube
- Eating: cold chicken wings
- Drinking: kool aid
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I am running down the street looking for you...but I don't know who you are
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RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one
steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition
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RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one
steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition
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hello...
i'm a writer
i suck
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I am running down the street looking for you...but I don't know who you are
how'd you get my msn? O.o
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hello...
i'm a writer
i suck
sure thing philip
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I am running down the street looking for you...but I don't know who you are
JUST DON'T TELL RAY, I'M SHY ABOUT SHOWING MY STUFF TO FAMILY
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hello...
i'm a writer
i suck
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I am running down the street looking for you...but I don't know who you are
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I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person, so I believe you are free to go.
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I am running down the street looking for you...but I don't know who you are
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I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person, so I believe you are free to go.
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: if it's a broken part replace it, if it's a broken arm then brace it, if it's a broken heart then face it :
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I am running down the street looking for you...but I don't know who you are
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"Same old eyes, same old world but the difference is how you look at what is in front of you, not what it is." ~Lister Sinclair
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