6 lines of nothing

We're all living in Grand Central Station. Watching people who assume they are important hustle around with their briefcases and shoulder bags.

We are constantly introduced to new sickness and new cures. Our deaths are mocked by life, our paranoid existence is marred by plagues and we try to find retroactive cures.

"Label me I'll label you"

Win or lose, kill or be killed. It's fucking cutthroat (with AK's.)

Shit-Show

They are all the same. And I am tired of it.
Hillary this- Obama that- John McCaim slept with a lobbyist.

HOLY SHIT! Fucking newsflash.

Are you ready?

They are all corrupt and only concerned with themselves (their interests.)

I would be thrilled if the young, underdog, black man became President and it sparked a social change. But it won't. He gets supported by Ted Kennedy (the only Kennedy not dead*, but never investigated for a murder) and he wins 10 states in a row, and everyone falls in love with him.

Obama does NOT equal change. Obama does NOT equate to hope. Obama is the Tiger fuckin' Woods of politics. The color of his skin does NOT match the struggle by which it is associated with.

And don't get me started on Hillary Medusa-Clinton. Another year of Clinton is another year of Bush. People overlook this oligarchy factor that is not fucking conspiracy theory. If she is elected it happened. People still don't realize that if the Obama-Clinton count is close when these primary's end the "super delegates" (New World Order) can just reverse the decision and make Hil their nom.

And yes I referred to them as the NWO because 892 people control 40% of the final vote count leaving 383, 488, 000 with the remaining 60%.

And fuck, when I was able to vote I became interested in politics- and this super-delegate, electoral college shit has got to go. This primary shit has got to go. This entire system they have commandeered and held for ransom (tax dollars) has got to go. It is far more complex (full of shit) than it has to be.

This democratic shit show has got to go. Let us cast our vote for whomever we want, and the numbers will decide. Ultimately the powers that be just hand the keys to the kingdom over to their neighbor put an elbow in their rib and remind them to change the sheets.

Our whole system is based on a chuckle and a wink.

What.

Music soothes even the savage beast. The old adages always hold true.

We need this. Above all we need to unite. We need to focus on having fun... Living life as opposed t destroying it.

Crossroads, roadblocks. Sometimes we have to stop giving a shit in order to give a shit.

Everyone is living life wrong anyway... We mourn the dead, instead of celebrate their lives. We all mourn life, and concentrate so much on dying, and the dead.

That's all.

For just a minute

I think I have found the balance. I don't know what the really means.
I have had enough of being vehemently worried and shit.

Fuck you. I know what you're thinking.

"Momentary lapse of reason, you'll be back to you're freak out mind fuck self in a matter of weeks."

You may be right, but I beg to differ. I don't know quite how I'll beg yet, alas... No one is ever right.

Semester is almost over... Only 3 more (if I'm lucky.) My friends are slowly graduating, filtering through the (fuck the) system. Then I will be virtually alone.

With a cat.

Meow. You bastards

A god that doesn't exist

Fuck this class and fuck my life.

Music and writing.

I had a drink before noon. Quality entertainment.

Wasted system.

I hate everyone.

Whatever. You've made your choice. Live with it. I will try.

Forgo

Insane and accumulated
A forgiveness and display
We work in ways and lose the moment
I hate you all
Yes
In a bereavement I digress
You shed your skin and I second guess
Place a bet on
Cairo
Helms of mate
More we exchange
Kind words
Of your bath
of your shunning showers
I
Made
you

The exile of gods.

Hearts beat and minds deceive.
Deception is at the heart of everything.
Allow me to stray from riddles.

I have come to the conclusion that a revolution is only worth fighting if the cause is completely just. No gray areas. So lingering question marks.

But nothing is black and white and nothing is clear. Ever.

I witnessed a rebellious mind at work. He called us complacent. A word I have used time and time and time and time and time again. Alas, I am the liberal. I am too young or too uneducated to make these claims in a public forum without being labeled.

I see another witch hunt happening, one not as ignorant as the first. There will be flesh burning. There will be injustice.

Look in the fucking mirror and tell me that I have no substance in my words.

It's terrifying the road we're headed down, head first, no signs of slowing down. We're wasted and confused.

Are we deliberately attempting to overthrow ourselves? Is unity a truly lost idea?
We do not live in a world of exceptionalism. We do not live in a world of lost lust, or an extinction of ideas. However these are not expressed. Thoughts are not appreciated. Which is why I am a lost cause. A wandering artist.

However, calling myself an artist is seemingly egotistic.
But we must have an ego.
We must have an idea.
We must.