Don’t give up the things that you find value in.
Period.
Ask yourself
“does this hurt anyone?”
If the answer is no… Then fuck em.
The surprisingly complex term “the pursuit of happiness.”
I saw happiness over here… I’m gonna catch that motherfucker..
And you can place every living soul between us, I’ll go around.
I will discard every opinion. .
If the pursuit is correct..
So whatever.
Good morning to your whatever.
(bills are the cancer of time)
Your payday is a glass of water, and every two weeks the Man fills up your glass…
“these Motherfuckers get some… Then these Motherfuckers over here get some… Can’t forgot to keep some for these OTHER Motherfuckers too ..”
Cancer.
🎶🎶 everybody’s working for the weekend 🎵🎶
They’re working to have that glass refilled.. So they can give life to responsibilities..
Your life is not really your life.
It’s just killing time between paychecks..
The entire game is not letting it kill your soul…
I recommend feeding pets, seems to put things in perspective for me..
“fahq..you mudda fuckas”
Just out here, earning my cat food.
It’s like I’m mad at waking up in the morning.
I’m not mad at the morning..not mad at the day itself…
Just upset that my body wakes itself up at 4am to go put on my “good citizen” hat.
My taxpayer costume…
And that reminds me ..
“I hate..you motherfuckers”
We’re passengers in the cocksucker.
No power.
No voice.
No relevant opinions..
Just ants…
Ants buying the good cat food.
Ants filling their gas tanks .
Ants purchasing products..
For no real reason.
So if I saw a 60 year old man bagging groceries..?
Well..
Maybe your life is small.
Maybe that’s all the effort you need to put in…
So whatever.
Can’t judge you.
Maybe you’re addicted to heroin!
It’s none of my business…none of my fucking business..
WHY You do what you do..
None of my business..
Jealous of the cats because the cats get to be nocturnal.
Sleep in like a motherfucker..
Stay awake into the weird hours of the night..
I much prefer the night.
Through and through.
My brain makes more sense around 3 or 4 AM…
“painting over dirt“
I’ll let that phrase kick around for a few days.. bouncing between rap lyrics and guitar licks..
Painting over dirt..
As Roland finds the Thinny and has a mental breakdown from his past..
………
Kevin made a joke to his coworker, a joke about not having anyone at home to spend his money.
It would be a “yikes” if it weren’t true.
People that love themselves exist on a level of the Tower,a few rungs up.
Can’t relate to them, because we never had any business together..
And the Ladder is setup in a VERY specific way..
“keeps us from having to talk to each other… about ANYTHING”.
An isolationist’s wet dream..
We don’t have to interact, at all.
“You just keep to your level and things will be fine..”
Your Level.
Your personal sense of value …
Let me tell it…
Let me tell you..
“some of y’all Motherfuckers walking around with a pride that you did not earn”.
You claim experience in a walk that doesn’t allow people to claim experience..
And the rest of us are out here..on their own levels..
dusk 