Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
I'm cramming years into one, while pitted as the underdog.
If not, I'll rack it up as experience.
“We learn from failure, not from success!”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula
Friday, July 11, 2014
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Sunday, July 6, 2014
As fucked as one can get.
Still I can imagine different.
The difference is never manifested and I sit here still.
Waiting for something to change.
Any second now.
“Shit on your whole mortifying, imaginary, and symbolic theater!”
― Gilles Deleuze, Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia
In the truth of everything, I hate the creators because of the pain I feel. It makes me restless and tired. I feel exhausted. I can't imagine another 70 years at this worthless game of cards. It is mundane and meaningless.
Which is the fact of choice. I can use my hard work and education to get a job. Work 9-5, come home, drink, and sleep. Repeat. Rinse. Repeat. Eat. Repeat. Work. Sleep.
What life is that? On top of it, I can make it more cliche and get married and have kids. How mundane. How stupid. But that is life. The American Dream in a nutshell.
“Shit is the tofu of cursing and can be molded to whichever condition the speaker desires. Hot as shit. Windy as shit. I myself was confounded as shit...”
― David Sedaris
I want something I do to matter,
I want to feel satisfaction in the fight.
All I feel is numb and defeat.
I have been defeated at my own game.
I can't even call that shame.