When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke?
I wish I could still just think about the trite miseries in my life, but every time I so much as look at a news article on the state of the things and see a whole page full of comments of people who hate it too, are in the shitter, close to being homeless, and made completely disillusioned, it kind of makes me want to cry and it kind of makes me want to *censored for fear of social media monitoring* the fucking Republican shitbag, heinous monstrosities that voted down a bill to create jobs by raising taxes on fucking millionaires. Goddamnit, I can genuinely ONLY hope the worst for their lives. I hope a llama craps cancer in their mouths.
It started with the news just talking about this new "recession" thing, then a few people I knew had paychecks bounce from major national companies, now it's not only crashing in through the fucking windows, but it's stealing your firstborn and telling you that you'll never be able to afford to put fucking diapers on its ass, let alone feed it, so you may as well off yourself now while the state still has social workers employeed.
...and the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row.
-Bob Dylan
It started with the news just talking about this new "recession" thing, then a few people I knew had paychecks bounce from major national companies, now it's not only crashing in through the fucking windows, but it's stealing your firstborn and telling you that you'll never be able to afford to put fucking diapers on its ass, let alone feed it, so you may as well off yourself now while the state still has social workers employeed.
...and the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row.
-Bob Dylan