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It's raining hard in New York now.
I haven't been doing good with my blogging, or my writing. I've been lazy and slack and that's easy to become when you are not doing anything. It's hard to get into the general swing of anything. You are out of a regular schedule, and therefore you are out of wack. I am sick of it actually. I want to be in wack, into the swing and back on track.
Hoo Hah! And all the rest of the bullshit. I don't know what I want. I just want to work hard on writing and when I don't... well, there's a big fucking hole in my life. If I am not writing, I am miserable. My entire existence is a waste. I'm not pleased with myself or my life. This is when I get suicidal. I have to get behind the keyboard every day, unless I'll sink into the morass of the mindless.
Yep. My brain will shut down, and I might just grab a few things, walk out the door and into the streets and sleep on the concrete. You've seen those kind of Skeks, who don't wash, don't change their clothing, don't talk, and float from soup kitchen to soup kitchen. Modern society and the world in general is just too much for them to deal with. The constant struggle to survive, the bitter eking out of an existence. It's just so much easier to become a blight on the system. It's hard for a lot of people to really understand the burned out nature of the Skek.
Skeksies are tired of it all. They don't want help. They don't want you to swoop down and save them. What they need is medical attention, psychiatric help. They've become one of the mindless and are far beyond the reach of social workers, police and concerned citizens. Some homeless people will react to any of the above. They consider themselves still involved with general society. They are appreciative of things being done for them. Then there are the burnouts. The Skeks, who couldn't give a shit about anything.
I think about these political fucks who go though office chanting to cut social services but not their outrageous paychecks, claiming that they are real patriots and then I think of the Skeks. Maybe they got it right. This country just might self destruct from the enormous greed of the fat cat politicians and the rich, but although they want to squeeze out the middle class, they don't want you to stop working for them. They want a slave society beneath them, to live in hovels, and shanty towns, only to emerge 9:00 in the morning and do their laundry, wash their floors and raise their fat cat children. They want us to cater to them, build their houses, paint their walls, and soon, wash their asses.
Maybe the Skeks have it right, they just have it early. They are saying fuck you to Society. And NOT America, but this NEW Am3rikah. This new country that isn't ruled by the vote of the people but the power of the rich. The rich masses who have gotten together and have decided to lead the people for their own selfish benefit. The homeless are saying, as a whole, 'Kiss our collective asses. Run this fucking country by yourself.' Their problem, too few and too soon. The punitive action being taken by the rich is to wipe out the very poor. To crush them with an iron fist. To literally kill them off in the streets from starvation, exposure, lack of medical attention. Why? To punish them? Oh no, that shit will never work on a Skek.
Remember, Skeksies couldn't care less if you wipe them out wholesale. To them, they are dead already. They are the walking dead and would prefer nothing better to end their pain. No, the fat cats and the power lords want to punish YOU. They want you scared so shitless to lose your jobs, your homes, your very basic human needs that you'll do whatever an employer wants. You'll do whatever your landlord demands. You'll whore your wives and children, you'll sell your own blood or your own ass before you say no to these lower level fucks. Fucks who are just as terrified as you over the honchos over them, and so on and so forth to the very pinnacle of the power base.
I said it once, and I'll say it again. Change begins, NOT by replacing a President every four years, but by gathering together and VOTING out the rich fucking congress and senate. Make them work for a living for a change. Make it so that the common man can once again run for these offices. Let's put our next door neighbor into the senate, and the grocery clerk in the congress, and let's see how this mighty nation will turn around. As long as we have special interests running things, America will only turn into Am3rikah and we will all be homeless, with only nominal employment and living in the streets.
We WILL become terrified mice, whores to everything and everyone; or homeless, dying in the streets.
Sorry to get all political today. I feel like shit. I feel like grabbing a pair of underwear and leaving my SRO to live in the streets again. For some reason it feels safer than trying to reclaim my lost livelihood in the fragile middle class. I'm frightened that my next door neighbor, living in a box and pissing in his pants because he just doesn't feel like taking his dick out to take a piss may have it right. He may have just beaten me, and everyone else to the punch.
The Indians never killed the mad did they? They thought them touched by gods. Were they right?
Hobobob
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