My lfe...
would make an excellent blues song...
In my future...I imagine myself sitting on the front porch
of a dusty shack in the middle of nowhere...
surrounded by a barbwire fence
waiting with a shotgun for the mailman to come.
That being the extent of my social interaction.
No phone.
Only a shack...
and the clamour of conflicting voices
in my head...
the future and pat at my back...
I would ask myself questions like:
"if the meaning of life is nothing more than the
biological imperative why do we have self awareness?"
thought like these will rock me
rock me to sleep...
in my faux sainthood...
-Patron saint of steel guitar strings and stifled tears
In my future...I imagine myself sitting on the front porch
of a dusty shack in the middle of nowhere...
surrounded by a barbwire fence
waiting with a shotgun for the mailman to come.
That being the extent of my social interaction.
No phone.
Only a shack...
and the clamour of conflicting voices
in my head...
the future and pat at my back...
I would ask myself questions like:
"if the meaning of life is nothing more than the
biological imperative why do we have self awareness?"
thought like these will rock me
rock me to sleep...
in my faux sainthood...
-Patron saint of steel guitar strings and stifled tears