Wednesday, November 16, 2011

the joy of not being sold anything!

walking down the street, listening on the radio, the radio its self, tv.something ive paid for already trying to sell me something..... fucking ads no i dont want to regulate myself with your pro-biotics, pills, or your vagisil. if i wanted to buy it, i would have. ugh i wish advertising was illegal, that one site that could not be bought would be an information center to compare everything pros and cons. its funny how tv used to be free and the companies would pay for it, and now we pay for it and still have to see a flippin ad -.- the fake happy every things perfect ad campaign... love it ha no one is really like that. i am the character of a movie called life who takes things as the come and the untrained eye thinks hes got it all together, but id just like to say i know better. everything is more appealing then what it should be, everything is fake but the day i saw a blank billboard with the words "the joy of not being sold anything" thats what made the day worthwhile and made things feel more visceral.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

overdose on sticky green

everything is different 
i hate it everythings about the money these days
never about making something that can made with style or quality perfection
what ever happened to a thing called pride
the more that i see things progress 
the more i see an almighty avalanche of bullshit
people get suckered into the abyss 
todays all about the hype 
never the actuality
overly excited and focus on what evers minuscule
trying to paint me as a sinical.
but thats all you know how to do
and you do what you do
oooooogling and ogleing at a mere nothingness
so quick to applaud the moment one starts to clap.
nothing matters its all just a waste of time
now its time to step

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

slaughter house

These plastic toy pigs glazed in yellow beside the sheep but they are not equal
Miss Mary Bo Peep in her throne about her money but we are not equal
This black sheep gift is a curse so i am not equal
Guess this means I'm the first to slaughter house
But as the time passes maybe i should count some sheep
Just to see if you ever wake up