5/30 for 30
sports be damned, those docs are amazing.
i used to be afraid to speak my mind.
i was afraid to explore, look in the mirror,
see what i would find, a reflection of interior
decrepit duress.
self imposed and with no origin.
others will be themselves,
i will be outside, smoking and cynical.
enjoy the pure air, elitism feels good.
ill be outside lending my ear and tobacco to the homeless,
swept under the rug, begging for change,
pleading for an ear to regale.
the stories priceless,
the lessons rarely taught.
those swept under the rug to maintain normality.
satisfy my mind and ill give you my life.
testify truth and ill give you a microphone.
remain and maintain.
sustain perspective.
be yourself, question impositions of reality.
the dialectic nature of good and evil present
something special.
the perspective upon which connotations take place
between each apex of the pendulum is
something special.
the decline in momentum between each swing,
the gravitational exhaustion of balancing what is right,
and what is wrong,
the inevitable stasis of apathy
is something special.
do the right thing.
do the right thing until it elicits danger.
support the correct platform.
support the correct platform until you realize the foundation
is built upon faulty premise.
unintended collapse.
from the ruin you will rise.
(1656)
doobie brothers suck balls. fuck them.
