How do we reverse Americas suicidal consumers binge? Will this new depression (as I am calling it) change the American way of life forever? I hate Geico, McDonalds and all those companies shoving their product up our you know whats. WE ARE USING too much energy. THERE is severe climate change happening. There is an epidemic of mood disorders, anxiety attacks, depression–we are in a NEVER ENDING war against terrorism—all of this partly because there is such a HUGE gap between the rich and the poor people of the world. WHY do they spend 500 BILLION a year to ask to consume more?
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Meta
vintage moon
in the dark
long rainy summer night
vintage moon
reflection of your eyes
grandpas office chair
spinning in it
vintage moon
the smell of his pipe
catching baby crabs
in his scary
black lagoon
vintage moon
neondusk222091130pm
Bipolar is like laughing and crying at once in three different languages.
Every morning just before I wake up I dream of a girl and I love her.
I wake up and I try to email her.
Once in New York I jumped in a cab and said.
“Go there my friend, HURRY!”
“Go where?” he said
–dusk
i am a monster
a leper
“i dont even want to touch you” mothers shield
their lil ones Panic screams neighborsMove”
family shakes once again pushed out
you contagious filthy
you slimy discusting
no good
fuckin monster