One version of very badly bad person coming to me, sneer, and just as good as spat at my face, turn out to be the very person in need to be kissed in the arse for the rest of my socially-submissive life.
Should i blame the city lights?
One stupid lamp-post refuse to move over when i backed my car up, resulting one poor rear-view mirror to be badly disjointed and limped like a chemically engineered flower-plant after just one night out of its hatching pod.
Is this of the gloomy-city sky's wrongdoing?
Is this of the gloomy-city sky's wrongdoing?
I'm so much accustomed to post-H2O-contact rashes caused of god-knows-what experiments the US government might have decidedly executed at me somewhere in the infinite past. Should i go to the doctor? And who's going to cover that? The rich doctors (that unfortunately are the ones that were actually at least not half-stoned while examining) needs gas in their European family Hatchback tanks, you know.
The unpaid telephone bill came back every month, aside from this month --maybe they grew tired. Hence the bill got redder and redder. Splotches of red strokes adding up here and there (2 mths ago:none, last month :the address window, this time i guess it's the envelope's turn).
The telephone bill i plan to keep unpaying as i never used the amount of GPRS connection they convicted me upon (instead of charged). Blame the Thief.
The telephone bill i plan to keep unpaying as i never used the amount of GPRS connection they convicted me upon (instead of charged). Blame the Thief.
This made me want to leave town leave the country the continent oh so much but why so??? Unfinished projects, friends' pouting lips, cashflows, unfinished closures, missing the old friends—who lives in the borders of the city, intensifying skin complexions, shrinking ribcage size making it harder to breath here parent there parent parent of the parents, the conscience/mind-diluting TV shows. Crashing Operating Systems, this is endless...
Why the city we want to leave? has it got anything essentialy to blame? Why the running we've got to pursue? the spirit is within. The disease is inside. Why extract the already innate?
We're not in the wrong city. We're in the wrong consciousness.
Wrong socialites to be in the same city with. Wrong credos to begin with and wrong angel-dusts we choked our children with.
The city makes no mistakes. makes no trash and stash. it's all in the outside. The city's outside.
The city gives no shit. oozes no guilt. It just reeks of it..
Though absent long, these forms of beauty have not been to me. As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I Have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensation sweet.. With tranquil restoration
(Williams Wordsworth~ July 13, 1798)
