Change

Can instill fear in the best of people, a complete loss of all material wealth, livelyhood, and recognition might make some folks become drug, alcohol, or media dependent. All too easy to wipe away the pain with mountain peaks of distraction, give up on everything, such a waste, sleep is only a temporary option to get fit enough to fight back, stay the course of delivering material to get under the skin of the human race, like a tick, burrowing down for comfort during the long haul of becoming a parasite, yet for a lot of creative so artists; they have not acheived anything beyond the concept of leeching on humans, vampires drunk on their own power, reinterpeting the laws of benefit their own success. But how come the audience still feels empty, lost, and sexually abused. No substance, idealism shall not be tolerated, only mocked, twisted, and synthesized for undescrete financial gain.

Time has always been running out and everyday I wake up once again feels like another day on parole, one more chance to get into the ring like such fighters answer the bell's call even though both eyes are swollen, closed up in attempt to protect busted up orbital bones. An inner drive is the only real commitment left, not dead end nights on a barstool discussing the lethargic nature of others who live to cruise, exist, and have no concern with the sharp blades of death standing right before them. I can't get it out of my head and watching the humor of the general public everyday is way too addictive, but finding the time to document their behavior has become some what of a problem. From the insane prostitutes walking down the neighborhood to the service sector workers sitting at midnight bus stops with no coat waiting for local transit systems which never arrive on time, a punishment, a long term sentence with invisible shackles, of course not the dark nature of the US prison system but a circular track with no beginning or end, only a final collapse, no mercy, caring, or assistance. Everyone passing me as I write this shall die, as they go grab a bite for lunch, shop for holiday gifts, or wander the trashbins of the apartment complexes, at this border the future does not exist, survival is a video game, and getting over nothing more than a movie of the week. Ingest the booze, fix on the drugs, and become entranced with social media, all distraction lead back to the crossroad where the devil shall greet you with open arms.