i wish to be immersed in the city
filled with machinery, twisted with development
incessant technology pushing towards progression.
i don't want you to understand, it would ruin the magic for you, lost in fads
and bandwagons claiming human betterment.
i am indifferent to the struggle...
survivalism is coming of age.
i am a creep, yet well disguised.
i emulate my country, and i fly my inverted flag with pride...
all publicity is good publicity.
i have faith in the machine. it allows us comfort free of judgment.
push button convenience..
leads me to question the purpose...
or at least find a purpose to question...
all the poets that have said they feel dead inside,
all the singers that have claimed to feel alone empty and cold,
all the painters that have assaulted our eyes with visions of horror and sadness,
i know what they have meant, but to no point, and at no point does it concern me...
my problems are elite, and shall not be compared..
don't you think i've tried that?!
the very thought seems ridiculous to me,
as though my thoughts hold some sort of originality...
no, thats just it... none of us get it yet....
thats why this may or not make sense to you...
thats why this may or may not make sense to me...
in the pursuit of happiness, nothing is sacred..
holy shit! we are all bat shit crazy...
there is nothing wrong with us, because everything is wrong with us...
higher learning leads to deeper thinking, without the knowledge
of how to dig our way out...
i am beginning to see the full extent of our shared psychosis.
the human condition.. its all i can see.. it is my world. it assails me when i open
my eyes, and plagues my thoughts when they are closed.
but its not all that bad, it just makes me want to distance myself from my peers.
it makes me want to crawl out of this skin... it makes me painfully aware of how
painfully unaware i truly am. i am ghostwriting for the underground...
we know something is wrong... all signs point to yes.
You Are Scary
You even scare scary people sometimes!
