A maddening sickness lies at the heart of my condition.
I'm poisoned by the nature of blindness.
I take no satisfaction in "Progress" or material gain.
I'm too broken tired and justified to lust for money.
I will not work for rest.
I want to be overwhelmed by my misfortunes; to toil endlessly in the fields of my own excrement.
It never happens.
I'm too aware of the simple truth of it all… I earn it.
Day by day, hour to hour, second to every second as I lazily play a part in a broken narrative that our fair author has no intention of finishing.
Were this a film we'd not rent it again.
I don't want to be impressed by your wit or charm or even conciseness.
You don't have to tolerate mine… that much is clear.
I'm watching an Ant crawl on coco brown skin.
He is not planing for the day he has done enough.
To actually be in love with your survival, what a thing.
A voice coming from the walls shouts hard and direct… something about fairness and how entirely possible it could be. Give up the bag, the hang, the ammunition, the loaded gun. Find a heart inside your mind and fall in love with stillness.
I want to see you at the ocean
smile instead of saying words
What's my opinion?
The atom bomb is the word
the truth is caked in vomit
on the walls
under your fingernails.
How do you know if something's truly bad? You smell it.
It would be rotten to blame people.
To blame decisions.
Who in their right mind would ever decide against cold beer and BBQ?
The sun is hot and trying to tell us something.
Stand still in the sand and burn
Burn fast and bright as hell
I am looking long and hard for the American Dream.