An opinion about The Life Narcotic

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

drippy

sap

words.

What's my opinion?

The atom bomb is the word

the truth is caked in vomit

uncontrolled 

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

Talk less

say more.

I am looking long and hard for the American Dream.

Bisexual Biplanes and the bipolar elite

 Preoccupation is a terrible bother. A gangrene foot that if left unchecked will consume your entire leg. It is vicious, cunning and around us at all times! Anyone caught in the throws of masturbation as  a deadline rapidly approaches will attest to the gripping power of dicking around. 

{break for coffee}

 In fact even your loyal host is burdened with this terrible affliction. As I type this (my next editorial masterpiece) I'm skillfully avoiding the self imposed deadline I set for myself at the beginning of 2014. Twelve albums in twelve months… thats the goal. It sounds simple enough in sentence form but the really of course is much different. As intended the task is shedding light on a nugget of truth the deep recesses of my mind has been snacking on for years. 

I am an undisciplined mess.

{Break for email}

 Three months into this endeavor and again it falls on the twentieth day that the spark of motivation begins to catch flame. A panic sets in that I might not live up to my word. The thought sends riveting pain down my spine(is that my ego taking over the operation? Impossible to know for sure, i'll have to conduct more research). I begin frantically combing through the drips and drabs I've recorded the previous three weeks only to find that on it's own this is not enough to release. So it's back to the archives to try and find some moment captured when my brain was focused on the task at hand. Some beautiful moment of undisturbed creativity that will bring this entire mess into focus. 

The March gods are kind and I have something but how long can I go on like this?  Surely the well is going to dry up and I will be forced to use the time allotted for fresh ideas and hard work! Nothing like being faced with actual failure to make you realize how much you deeply want to succeed.

 At this point you might be wondering what any of this has to do with the title of the article you're currently reading… are you? Tell the truth... did you already forget what the title is? Well fear not brave reader it all comes back around in the home stretch.

{Break for Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and Facebook}

 The title of this article is simply a witty reference to a bunch of white noise gobbledygook I've run into these last 30 days. You see, while I've been perfecting the art of procrastination I've gathered a startling amount of information about missing planes and the veracious appetite the news media has for unique stories (BREAKING NEWS! We have no further information), I've seen through the ruse of a Want-To-Be porn star posing as a University student fallen on hard times and between the latest slutty pop tart gossip and the fake deaths of character actors I have gained knowledge, spent time and energy on all this nonsense without so much as an attempt to acquire any of it. 

I had a heart felt conversation with a good friend recently about his need to be medicated… it's a wonder we all aren't at this point. 

In truth, we mastered the art form of distraction long before the modern era of comfort and technological dopamine. If you took it all away in the blink of an eye you'd most likely find me laying on a patch of grass staring up at the clouds thinking wonderful thoughts about the way she moved in that dress and the smell she left behind. 

This life is a stroll and we're all patiently waiting for the last minute to arrive. 

We use the extremes in life to motivate us. The words "have to" get thrown around like a mantra when in fact they most often are an excuse to do what we want in that moment. It's hard work… all of it. 

Being efficient

Being a mess

Being punctual

Sleeping in

Getting laid

Getting sober

Cleaning up

Being a slob

Getting angry

Finding joy

The excuse of linear time is only going to hold up for so long. We are not our age, we are not beholden to a series of events. Focus on a single thought today, for a minute or ten or even an hour if you can and I will do the same. Finish something you've had on your mind and bask in the glow of a job well done. Log out of all your accounts and count the time it takes to log back in tomorrow. Leave the TV off and take the battery out of your phone. It will all be waiting for you when you need a fix.

Now enough of this distraction… I've got an album to finish.

Advice For The Young At Heart.

It all comes down to Observers and Analyzers 

If Boy A meets Girl O - Natural fit
If Boy O meets Girl A - Patience will be required but fiery, the love will be
If Boy O meets Girl O - Remember to spice things up in the sack
If Boy A meets Girl A - Someone will be stepping out

Of course... none of this matters if you make your decisions aesthetically.