Surealism strikes
I've been off work since last Wensday, my leg is killing me and I'm not sure at this point how long I'll be off? I've noticed a lot of things sitting about the house....first and foremost is I hate work...all the influences in my life are kicking in and making me realize what I was being told. Why does anyone work? Why do we have to? Who invented this fucked up system? Or I should say what....greed!
I can't dwell this would fill pages at the moment, I now understand just survival, it's another world, but a free one! I also realize how much I miss my freinds sitting here with me, yet Sam keeps me company but it's not the same....conversation vs a bark, growl, or occasional grunt.
I'm talking to a guy from Russia.....why isn't he my neighbor? Thousands of miles away and so sweet, at least I found one! But still it's not the same, being able to touch somebody brings that recognition that they are actually real.
I can't dwell this would fill pages at the moment, I now understand just survival, it's another world, but a free one! I also realize how much I miss my freinds sitting here with me, yet Sam keeps me company but it's not the same....conversation vs a bark, growl, or occasional grunt.
I'm talking to a guy from Russia.....why isn't he my neighbor? Thousands of miles away and so sweet, at least I found one! But still it's not the same, being able to touch somebody brings that recognition that they are actually real.