"what i am to you is not real"

[glowsinlight]

when did silence become taboo? while riding in the car with tess (who might as well be my little sister) the radio dj began to go on about her life and her cats and i could only help but think to myself, "mam, who gives a flying fuck?" i bet her husband doesn't even give a rats ass about the cat meowing unless it wakes him up at the crack of dawn. and now look, i'm talking about trying to understand why i am part of a giant movement of constant talkers. if i don't have a damned thing to say why do i feel it necessary to fill the silence with mindless prattle? a bunch of word wasters we are. no wonder we're running out of resources when we can't even conserve a few words here and there and listen to things other than combinations of syllables reiterated over and over.

rolling rock tastes like salad beer. not that i mind really.

look i'm already doing it. how silly.