Light My Fire

My flame is going out and there doesn't seem to be a thing to do about it. There were always circumstantial things that plagued me constantly, and I assumed they were the cause of my ill feelings. Now, most of those things have worked themselves out and I'm still feeling the same way, I'm not really sure what to make of it. I was always broke, I didn't have a car, I didn't have a girlfriend, I didn't have a well paying job, and now I have all those things but I'm still not satisfied, or I should say happy. I think a partial part of it is because I don't know anyone inspiring. I don't know anyone that does anything with themselves, and it turns out, I'm someone who feeds of off others. I never thought I was someone who needed someone else to do something inspiring in order for me to become active, but it either turns out I am, or that my well is running dry and I have no one to help get me out of this rut. I feel like life has been a rut lately, so routine. There is no spontaneity in it, everything is just written down for me and I do it.

And another thing, I want to meet a group of people, hell just one person that isn't some cliche impractical idealist who is constantly spewing recited and memorized bullshit they saw on a poster outside some of record store or coffee shop window, or on the side of a warehouse graffiti-ed by some other suburban kid, because you know what? I'm so sick of hearing about the government all the time, I'm so sick of hearing about capitalism all the time, I'm so sick of hearing about all your shit it's driving me mad! You're all just one sided ignorant people who have succeeded in reading and comprehension, closed minded and open-mouthed. Congratulations, you're politically aware! What are you doing with that knowledge? Oh, you and your friends are going to a political rally when the keg runs out? For the love of god, please...Can I just go one day...ONE DAY without the following:

Prop 8
Vegan
Vegetarian
Socialism
Capitalism
Sellouts
New bands that sound like old bands
"That's what's up."
"Say man, can I get one of those."
"What's going on tonight?"
" I'd tur that up bra"
" LAST NIGHT WAS SO AWESOME! HIP HOP! HIP HOP! HIP HOP! OH GOD I LOVE HIP HOP FUCKING YES!! IT'S THE ONLY MUSIC AS A YOUNG SUBURBANITE KID WITH DIVORCED PARENT, COLLEGE PAID FOR, 08 HYBRID, CAN REALLY TRULY RELATE TO!"



I think whatever muscles I use to hold my tongue is somehow connected to my lower back and that's whats causing all the pressure and stress it's receiving.

This is my life :



Turns out, I'm a pretty angry dude sometimes hahahahaha