shades of the same bullshit
it's all the same everywhere and i just gotta radically accept: it will be like this forever.
walking home through the "nicer" part of oakland, the streets are still completely empty at dusk. only tweakers harassing me near the bart station, i quicken my pace and crack my knuckles.
meanwhile, the gulf is being filled with grease and sludge, more every day. i see a smashed kitten in the street. my boss hugs me and i flinch.
and if that fucking pig walks tomorrow i just might riot too.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Pacific_Garbage_Patch
the homeless men are gathered beneath the freeway overpass escaping the heat reading books in the grass and peeling pomelos in discarded overstuffed_and_bursting armchairs.
love(or is it the loneliness?) is suffocating.
walking home through the "nicer" part of oakland, the streets are still completely empty at dusk. only tweakers harassing me near the bart station, i quicken my pace and crack my knuckles.
meanwhile, the gulf is being filled with grease and sludge, more every day. i see a smashed kitten in the street. my boss hugs me and i flinch.
and if that fucking pig walks tomorrow i just might riot too.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Pacific_Garbage_Patch
the homeless men are gathered beneath the freeway overpass escaping the heat reading books in the grass and peeling pomelos in discarded overstuffed_and_bursting armchairs.
love(or is it the loneliness?) is suffocating.