People are just...awesome.
So, I'm sitting at the cigar bar down in the district. Drew is working in Copia, so he's back and forth and my eyes are tired. I went outside to get some air and just ended up getting frustrated for no real reason. Just people being...well, sad to say it...themselves, i guess. Back inside there is this group of noisy people sitting down together just talking about, hmmmm, fuck if I know.
I don't even know why I'm frustrated. Just people pissing me off I guess. I don't understand our society, it's greed, narrow-minded crap bullshit...grrr.
What does a revolver on a tee-shirt mean? What is it supposed to be saying? Or is it just a lame attempt for someone to find an identity, a graphic pasted onto a shirt, up the price, belong to something, a group wearing revolvers...how cool are we!? God.
Let's pound loud and obnoxious on the bathroom door, make our presence felt, known, forced, Here I am...make way for me, world! Don't want to?? Well, fuck you then! Fuck this place, this state, this address, this country, this government, this atmosphere, this river, this world! Fuck it all! See if I give a god damn!
Bullshit, all bullshit....people open and close their mouths and nothing comes out but unintelligible sounds, grunts, sputterings. The sad part is it's true.
I guess it shouldnt bother me...this clove is good, the bailey's is good, my love is good-real! And thank god I know who I am! Even if I don't know what I want to do with my life/career/whatever.
"I am a fruity girl! blah, blah, blah" Twit at the next table
"It's dangerous to be right when the government is wrong." Voltaire
I don't even know why I'm frustrated. Just people pissing me off I guess. I don't understand our society, it's greed, narrow-minded crap bullshit...grrr.
What does a revolver on a tee-shirt mean? What is it supposed to be saying? Or is it just a lame attempt for someone to find an identity, a graphic pasted onto a shirt, up the price, belong to something, a group wearing revolvers...how cool are we!? God.
Let's pound loud and obnoxious on the bathroom door, make our presence felt, known, forced, Here I am...make way for me, world! Don't want to?? Well, fuck you then! Fuck this place, this state, this address, this country, this government, this atmosphere, this river, this world! Fuck it all! See if I give a god damn!
Bullshit, all bullshit....people open and close their mouths and nothing comes out but unintelligible sounds, grunts, sputterings. The sad part is it's true.
I guess it shouldnt bother me...this clove is good, the bailey's is good, my love is good-real! And thank god I know who I am! Even if I don't know what I want to do with my life/career/whatever.
"I am a fruity girl! blah, blah, blah" Twit at the next table
"It's dangerous to be right when the government is wrong." Voltaire