ive seen the world ive seen outerspace ive seen in the human mind i don’t know ive seen it all and more things i never wanted to see
plastered in front of my eyes on the televised life of plastic dream world that isnt even interesting anymore
if it ever was
i like some shows i hate most shows i watch i see i absorb i become
what i am shown
overoveroverover&over again all the constant fucking life of mine
i am bombarded blasted mindflayed with images with slogans with
with with empty hollow phrases jingles words billboards
advertisements of a life i should want to live to be to become to forever become
i am forever becoming
always changing but always the same
does that make any sense?
do i make any sense?
what is sense?
i am a logical analytical inquisitive thinking
dork
i am a geek nerd punk fuckup misfit outcast weird (but not in the right way) strange freak
im glad to be one
i revel in my outcast state my state of realization
my eyes are awake i am open i see the plastic
i see it and i wish sometimes i could turn that off
turn off your television
turn off your commercials
turn off your empty laugh tracks
turn off your talk shows
turn off your real life circus shows
turn off your catalogues of perfect people
turn off your millions of kids trying so hard to be different
who all end up being exactly the same
turn off your political correctness youre fat you fucking bitch hes ugly im white shes black and i don’t give a fuck you know that i really don’t but ill say the words. . .fuck you words can never make me a racist a bigot a cruel blind asshole my words are words i think and say whatever the hell i want im smart shes stupid were all ignorant sometimes its all relative you know- im a genius im an idiot compare me to everyone and ill never win so i i i in the end simply breathe which is the one true singularity
i am
i am
i am
you are
what?
i am not these words