The Moneygoround
Hello pretend journal, how are you doing this evening? I’m writing to you tonight in the hope that I can write something daily. I am kind of exhausted. And I have no idea what to write about. What do people do with these things? And what is the purpose of writing?
I’m reading a book on Quantum Theory. Pretty interesting stuff. Though I haven’t nailed down all these specifics yet - I am getting the general notion of the book. It’s pretty good. But I’m only maybe a 5th of the way through.
Water makes me tired. What do I keep drinking it? I think that it will quench my thirst and it just makes me tired. But not always. That is the key. Just sometimes I guess. But I didn’t really drink that much
Well I feel that I am coming to the age where it seems that some people have an expression on their face that says ‘is this all there is to life?’ Though it could just be me thinking that; I doubt it. But I don’t have many recent pictures of myself. And if I do I doubt that look is on my face.
The sad thing is there could be so much more to life than what there is. That’s what’s really sad. Sometimes I feel like I am pacing around at night in circles in my room just looking for something to do. Then some faded image of a politician comes into my mind and I’m reminded of why life is so fucking boring.
Give me a break
How can they actually believe endorsing this society as free when the gas prices just keep soaring. ‘Optimistic news anchorman says “Gas Prices went down $ .04 cents today!” (At least it’s two dollars more than last year!) I mean, don’t get me wrong. I couldn’t give a shit less if the gas prices keep going higher. Because I don’t think there will be another day in my life that I’ll be driving. I just keep getting fucked over every year. But it is insulting to think that they keep parading around, throwing words out there like ‘freedom’ and ‘liberty’ while there’s so many people that can not even manage to keep on top of their bills; not to even mention so many people living on the street that can’t afford a thing to eat. Yep, you got your freedom of choice. Choose which sidewalk you’d like to sleep on.
And pursuit of happiness? Is that a joke? I’d like to freely smoke a cigarette in the park or maybe a joint without getting myself beaten and arrested by the police. But don’t bother to complain cause they don’t want to distribute, legalize and give out all the drugs, or any drug like a hallucinogen that might have you question their authority, or just take something else that might have you relax because god forbid that anyone wants to have fun in their life!, besides drinking beer or coffee. They learned that lesson in the sixties; Psychedelic plants, Rock n’ Roll and free minds = Revolution. They’ve just tightened up the rules enough so we’re cemented in a stagnant nation and planet; eating oatmeal while the capitalist pigs drive around in Mercedes storing away millions in a vault like Scrooge McDuck; anaesthetizing the way we feel with censored T.V. and radio, while making things worse for the rest of us. And they call that progress. - Sometimes I can’t help but to think of a song by Ray Davies of the Kinks for one of their pretty unknown albums Arthur; ‘Mister.. you’re just brainwashed…’
How many years have gone by? With wars, poverty, and the descending economy; while so many people are murdered or locked away in prisons for doing something harmless like dealing cocaine. Don’t they have a clue? It doesn’t work.
And the saddest thing to me now is realizing they might have known all along…
