the more i work the less i care
// June 16th, 2010 // messenger bags for kids
Stamped: 5:44 AM
here is a mental snapshot: its 5:45 am, friday, the last day of a pretty long workweek , i’m ready to go, ready to endure the last day of work. and what i feel is hate, hate and despair, despaired hate. abstract hate. i don’t hate anything in particular, i just hate it all. the hate is located between my throat and my stomach. the despair a little deeper in my chest.it will all burn out by midday, like that Los Angeles Fog that makes you think it’s going to be a grey day, rainy day, lovely dark day and it just goes away before noon under implacable sunlight.it’s a temporary state. it’s the transition between sleep and activity. it’s a passing moment. later on i will convince myself that it is not that pointless. there is money to be saved, time off to be bought. i will mentally pat myself in the back and say: “it is OK to sacrifice the present for the future. It’s OK, this time it’s OK.” quality of life can go down the industrial sewer for a while. sell your life force for the best price you can get -you are lucky because someone is willing to buy, so they say. live in this insatiable america and it’s spirit will clog your pores. the economy thrives on fear, and hate, and despair and lack of…
it is a good morning to be alive.
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