the world i live in

.The world I live in. Around me I see the following, FUCK heroin, 50% OF EVERYTHING, whites stole our land, JESUS IS GOD. People on the street are asking me if I want to get on, do I want a hit. The bill boards are telling me to buy, buy, buy cause that's all that's left. Get a job, get a life, get it together, fit in, make a difference, stand up and be counted, have safe sex or you will die. get you house insured, you car insured, your life insured, your health, your pets, your stereo. give, give, give, sign, sign, sign. Don't be creative, don't get upset. get a mortgage, pay your bills, shut up and shop, shut up and conform. don't do as we do but do what we say, make friends but keep your enemies. If conceptual art is in, we are buying, if deaths making a quick buck than we are selling. If it makes money we love it, if its for creative expression, keep it in your basement honey there is no room in this society for your self indulgent outpourings. Money the final master the lord of our destruction. We mere puppets in its twisted game for power, for fast cars and 10 storey eye sores. The ugliness manifests from the inside to the outside as quickly as we can blink and say I didn't mean it to end like this. Support the arts, support the causes. Is it tax deductible??? yes well I may be interested. If your depressed just pretend its a bad dream and if your happy don't tell to many people, they may be concerned about the possibility of you taking too many anti depressants. We thrive on the quick fix, the band aid cure. we kill, corrupt, destroy and think about it later. We live like there is no future, no future to protect, no other generations after us, before us or anything in-between. we are in the now in the most destructive way. If we are hurting, we pay someone to fix it $90 an hour once a week for the rest of our lives. we need to stop, to think, to deal, to move on. we are stuck like some science experiment on a spinning wheel. Meltdown in nearly upon us. Hold on to your hats ladies and gentleman we are about to blow about to flip our lids its gotta get to explosion point soon. Written October 23rd, 2001 © on Oct 22 2001 04:38 PM PST   10 • 0 • 9