written a few days ago...
kinda rough but here goes...
State of decline and a dreaming stasis
It's always a damn shame when you all know that the world is coming to an end. The current epoch is in its last comatose throes as the weight of the general public starts to crush its sternum and lungs, bones beginning to snap, sinews twisting and exploding as the heart is about to be crushed. For the past few years we've had our warnings, we've had all the cryptic talk of the things to come, the boogeymen of today: the financial deficit day of reckoning, the angry foreignors here to kill us, the ozone hole, global warming, and above all else, the fucking rapture.
Everyone knows we're on th edge of something, though no one really knows what. As love lays dead, decadence runs rampant, the minds and souls fading to oblivion in this country as our culture festers inside of us, the consumptive urge simply overtaking any other desire before it could manifest. And no one cares.
If theres one thing that bothers me, its the apathy towards anything real.
We all live in dreams now. Cyberspace isn't even on the iceberg of worry ,as its more real than the television drama or the crisi we create for ourselves so that we needn't worry about anything necessary. "My god, i think i might have cancer, or that i'm fat, or that my {whatever} will leave me, or that so and so might die, or that i'm ugly, or that my favorite tv show might be cancelled, or that i might get fired, or oh my god my kids might be on drugs." Listen to yourselves. Seriously consider what you're worrying about, now i know it might seem that some of those are serious things. They fucking are. But you won't do anything about it, all you'll do is sit there and claim to worry, but truly not care. No one cares about anything anymore. We have television, we have drugs, we have our indulgences. And as long as we can find a new replacement indulgence, we're fine.
In this culture, opium has fallen out of style. We have a higher calling than even religion.
And bluntly, i don't even care. And i doubt you do either.
Kind of hard to care about a world that gave up on itself. In our sleep, its like the whole nation rolled over and said fuck it, someone else will do it. I don't want to. I can accomplish me dreams or create easier ones. Who gives a fuck anyways, its not like its ever going to happen. And that was it. Poof. Everything that could have been was gone. These days even the people are getting weaker, its like a damned plague hit and all of a sudden everyone is unhealthy, unhappy, and on a crash course to destruction either physically mentally or emotionally. I think a nation wide mass suicide would at least help to get people to care again, to somehow yank the chain of the global unonscious wide awake and realizing whats going on. The youth of this nation are drifting, and we're not going to stop anytime soon.
State of decline and a dreaming stasis
It's always a damn shame when you all know that the world is coming to an end. The current epoch is in its last comatose throes as the weight of the general public starts to crush its sternum and lungs, bones beginning to snap, sinews twisting and exploding as the heart is about to be crushed. For the past few years we've had our warnings, we've had all the cryptic talk of the things to come, the boogeymen of today: the financial deficit day of reckoning, the angry foreignors here to kill us, the ozone hole, global warming, and above all else, the fucking rapture.
Everyone knows we're on th edge of something, though no one really knows what. As love lays dead, decadence runs rampant, the minds and souls fading to oblivion in this country as our culture festers inside of us, the consumptive urge simply overtaking any other desire before it could manifest. And no one cares.
If theres one thing that bothers me, its the apathy towards anything real.
We all live in dreams now. Cyberspace isn't even on the iceberg of worry ,as its more real than the television drama or the crisi we create for ourselves so that we needn't worry about anything necessary. "My god, i think i might have cancer, or that i'm fat, or that my {whatever} will leave me, or that so and so might die, or that i'm ugly, or that my favorite tv show might be cancelled, or that i might get fired, or oh my god my kids might be on drugs." Listen to yourselves. Seriously consider what you're worrying about, now i know it might seem that some of those are serious things. They fucking are. But you won't do anything about it, all you'll do is sit there and claim to worry, but truly not care. No one cares about anything anymore. We have television, we have drugs, we have our indulgences. And as long as we can find a new replacement indulgence, we're fine.
In this culture, opium has fallen out of style. We have a higher calling than even religion.
And bluntly, i don't even care. And i doubt you do either.
Kind of hard to care about a world that gave up on itself. In our sleep, its like the whole nation rolled over and said fuck it, someone else will do it. I don't want to. I can accomplish me dreams or create easier ones. Who gives a fuck anyways, its not like its ever going to happen. And that was it. Poof. Everything that could have been was gone. These days even the people are getting weaker, its like a damned plague hit and all of a sudden everyone is unhealthy, unhappy, and on a crash course to destruction either physically mentally or emotionally. I think a nation wide mass suicide would at least help to get people to care again, to somehow yank the chain of the global unonscious wide awake and realizing whats going on. The youth of this nation are drifting, and we're not going to stop anytime soon.
posted by A Modern Man at 9:31 PM
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