I know that I have been a little lacklustre lately, but with school and family life just keeps shitting on your time. Anyway this is a segment I am going to try and do every money. Just write a bit till I hit a point and post it.
Did you ever look in the mirror and see someone else. Something you never thought you would be? It is like your 5 year plan was just that, a fucking plan. A plan never set into action and in your early twenties you stand there looking at your face. Your face is cracked, covered in physical and mental wounds with the aging of a forty year old heroin addict. Bags hang under your eyes and you toss back another bit of the blackness, of the coffee. So you run to class to obtain an education they tell you that you need. You go to their institutions, take part in their social structures and one magnificent magical thought that is out of the box. . . and they call you insane. You see thier doctors, take their pills. Pills, pills, pills. You go to their jobs, you become their socially constructed ideal robot. So as you sit here looking in the mirror at someone you no longer know, ask yourself first
1) Is it, NO was it worth it?
and
2) Who the fuck am I?
We all come out the same, and each of us are to blame. Individualism is a color, uniqueness simply a texture, freedom is an illusion. Underneath our exterior we are all the same. We are all moulded by the man. We are fed their media, their news, their fiction. The dominate ideology destroys anything unique. Nothing is original. Time is money, and money makes the world go round. Sick capitalism in a candy coating and we eat the shit up like a box of Twinkies. We are the working class, the dreamers, we are the 99%.
This is how they plan to kill us. This is how the plan to kill it. . . creativity.
brain dead drivel 