Been Kind Of A Brutal Weekend For Me.
Been kind of a brutal weekend for me.
Didn’t know that I was going to be dealing with a sick dog. All of that wrecked me. Think I got my cry quota done for the next week.
I’m exhausted. I feel beat up.
I’d take a hug or two.
That dog is hanging in though. She is this adorable thing but god damn, she’s tough.
I think I’m way too up in my feelings right now.
I’ll get back to you.
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Funny as hell.
No irony here. The rise of this woman gives me hope. I remember hearing her name on Intercepted and Chapo Trap House. It’s trippy as fuck to hear a name in those weird podcasts you listen to and then see that person on normie TV.
Even if she never gets to Congress, she fucking won. I don’t think she’ll be the only one. She’s 28. Seriously, this lost generation is waking the fuck up. Some of us are pieces of shit but some of us get it now.
Heavenly Father
When I lose my religion
I come to you.
When hope is just a bitch
Maybe I lose it and I pray.
I reach for the phone and start dialin’ for parts unknown.
Heavenly father,
one more day.
Have mercy on your boy
cuz he’s for sale
and he’s last year’s model.
Have mercy on your boy
cuz maybe today is gonna be the day.
Have mercy on your boy
cuz he never asked to come out of that cave
into this blinding white light screamin’
like he knew exactly what the hell was up.
God damn it.
Have mercy on your boy.
Can ya do that?
If not me, for someone who needs it more.
Amen.
Note to self
Need to reflect on the features in society that exacerbate or animate depression or other mental illnesses. The way out of the darkness clearly isn’t self-help or drugs.
Fuck
Fuck.
When the boss on his shit again and I got a head full of commie propaganda on a Monday
When it’s one way and I need it to be another
God damn it, good looks don’t pay fuckin’ bills.
Fuck.
She whispers it in the dark
when she wants that love harder.
At the sky
when you got nothin’ but the rain, your sweat, your bones and a raw deal.
Gotta watch who hears you say that
Not sacred
but it’s something, ya know? You feel me? Am I talkin’ crazy?
Fuck.
I want to write an essay.
What about? I don’t know. I think I can do it though. It is going to take some trying and some discipline from me though.
We repeat the nonsense we hear. Find decent nonsense.
What Happens
What happens is the machine
goes through us
too damn quick
til we got nothin’ but fun size Milky Way wrappers
in a Halloween treat bag.
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What happens is sometimes you find yourself ponderin’ what hell is.
It’s geographic region.
The shit that goes down there.
Always in the same ZIP code you’re in.
It’s Monday eternally.
That deep, polar bear cold you feel all over your body
never quits
and everything you got to do to eat that day
is gonna kill you.
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What happens is sometimes you live
and you’re happy enough to (almost) thank god.
Your walk has swagger to it.
Maybe the air that slowly kills you tastes sweeter.
You think maybe it’ll all be okay
till it all wears off like a crack hit.
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What happens is life.
The blank space and the blinky-blinky.
Fan blowing and gettin’ down to the slow beat only they can hear. Move its head to the right. Move its head to the left. Do oscillating fans get together and have raves?
I’m a straight man. Sometimes I don’t even know what turns me on anymore. I mean, I do but not really.
I have an appointment with a therapist on Tuesday. This time I’ll go to the right address. I don’t really know what to say to him.
So, what brings you in?
Scream my lungs out.
Or punch the wall.
Or throw something.
