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A Decade ... from the Twilight Zone. [Dec. 31st, 2009|07:32 pm]
Sauce1977
[Current Location |Detroit, MI, USA]



I wish I could forget the last 10 years, but there was too much horrible shit to really ever do that. I don't even look at time anymore, since looking forward to things really hasn't worked out for me in a large percentage. It could be worse, yet, fuck what it currently is.

How does one reconcile the insanity of housing bubbles, bankruptcies of major corporations, stagnation of pay in the face of exponential cost of living ... while the elite have not had it quite this prosperous in most eras?

Why do fundamentalists go after regular people on planes? If they killed the kings, not the pawns, then the organization will fall. That should be clear to anyone waging a war, yet it's often regular people who get trampled in the fights between the elite.

There are people I miss more than the people I've met. There are people I've met that I wish I hadn't. There is hope, but right now, there isn't the excitement I should feel with the likely bettering of situations on the horizon.

My last sleep for this year came with shitty dreams, which is fitting. I spent half of those hours running from the intergalaxial space police, followed by being really excited about a subscription to a new magazine, only to be thoroughly put off by two of its salespeople, who I ordered to leave my house at once. It was as if my subconscious elaborated upon what Simon and Garfunkel eloquently performed.

*****



A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.


*****


Here's to you, 2000s. Die.



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