dusk

Go ahead, say another name..

Disagree with PM Benji,but only for show.

Only if it gets in the way of a real estate deal.

And in the book, there’s a character archetype of “the madman”

The wanderer that lost its mind.

Enough hours pouring through the eyeballs..

The argument becomes..let’s say “fragmented”

“Yes, yes there are forces at play. Far beyond you and I”

Freddy Nihilism liked the phrase “beyond good and evil” Bad things happening to the innocent. The universal forces of nature, twelve hyena circling around a single lion.

Yes.

Those are horrible things.

We do..HORRIBLE things.

Behave in horrible ways.

There might be little white motes of light and little fairies carrying words like “charity, selflessness”.. but in the end?

You know where you are..you’re in the jungle baby..

Forgive my disconnection.

Forgive this lack of empathy.

Forgive this anger.

I THINK…

I think it’s worth laughing about. Everything that is done. Every move, every corner turned.

I think it’s worth laughing at.

Personally.

It makes me sick, but the chuckle still comes.

(One great big festering neon distraction-Aenema)

And it gets louder and louder. Crammed with more voices, more souls, more vibration.

(That i was on a sinking ship-zero)

Hey man..yo… I say it over and over.. that’s your world. These are your pigshit motivations..worry about the price of a hotdog in your own stadium..

Smearing your name across any passing ship in the night..

(Bitter)

Psshhh.. just aware.

There’s a difference.

And I feel no qualms about calling in sick ..

Whatever lets me look at it less.

The Trashcan man and the Will of God.

Someone had to be there.

For the nukes.

For the explosion.

If a monkey never gained hands, he would have never crafted such destructive force…

ANd if you knew you were dying tomorrow, would you kick and scream or would you stand upright?

A solid question.

Would you cry like an infant?

Probably ..seems natural..

TrashCanMan.

Hobbled and low, hunched over and staggering through what’s left of the streets..

Cans of Trash.

Men amongst them..

Trash—-Can—-man..

Oscar the muhfuckin Grouch..vitriol.

Vitt-tree-all

Spewing fire.

Acid, burning flesh and warping minds.. right and wrong, short and long.

3rd and long.

Nationalistic Fervor.

And there are people on the sidelines, betting on chaos. And those people will always be right, to a degree..

Funding both sides of war.

Murdering protesters and carpet-bombing innocents..

Yeah man.. carry on.

Say another name.

Quote another dead one.

List another reason.

It’s fine…fine..

There are TrashCan Men and women out there, with growing ranks.

ANd they grow