I haven’t had an honest conversation in weeks and irony rolls off my tongue much more easily and I don’t think its mean but it represents a chilling disconnect from reality. And nation building nation states are captured in the acetate or filtered to our heads through the flicker of the windows on our street as we’re walking home. Is there any place that’s sane? Is there any place that makes sense?
And I said things are bad, didn’t I? Didn’t I? And we tripped and stumbled for half the walk home.
What the fuck? Is this what passes for life? I’m pretty sure -that this is the worst that I’ve ever fealt. So fucked up – that even I’m talking crazy sometimes. What’s worse, silence or words without choice? Is this violence in the sound of my voice? What’s worse, silence or words without choice? Is this violence or the sound of my voice?
And I said things are bad, didn’t I? Didn’t I? And we tripped and stumbled for half the walk home.