commodities

The whole shit is for sale. You can't escape the marketplace like ancestors could not outrun their place on the  auction blocks. Blocks are for building but since blocks don't get along I see why there is no building. So, we are stuck in the midst of selling ourselves and souls for food clothing shelter.

flint

Damn, you cant even take drinking water for granted as the weight of consciousness feels like granite grant it we will be on to the next has- tag soon. Damn, consciousness is really not enough. As the limits of what's enough seems to be at the bottom floor and we are still in our descent. Decent people are concerned but concerns don't alter policies and poisoned waters show the well of indifference is far from empty. More empty words of mock outrage and truth be told it might not even be mock but we are still mocked for rage. So, we rage against machines and machines of corruption still move with impunity. Impeach someone but shit will they simply be replaced by another figurehead I can't figure it would be anything less.

?????

The modes for getaway don't lead to being able to get away. There is nowhere one can escape. Or maybe escape is simply an illusion. Shit I don't know. I just don't see the fairness in the social arrangements and maybe that the issue some sense of fairness.

matrix

What if you don't want to sell anything? If you're not interested in turning yourself into a brand? Then are you branded as lazy with no impulse to grind. I don't want to live in grind mode. As the masses are grounded to dust. Nothing for sale becomes a slogan to advertise difference. Nothing is free of the matrix.

question

Are we punished when We don't explicitly live for GOD? It seems vengeful to condemn children who don't follow your rules.

wonder

Time at time can be cruel because lessons are learn after time has passed. So, in that passing we never get back the moments for the knowledge of regret to be beneficial. The morality of life creeps in when dreams are deferred. The fear of will I ever reach anything other than regret.

Anger seems to be the only emotion I can get to. Wonder in the symphony of life if I get live in a different key? I wish I had more answers. I wish that I even knew what needed to be solved. I am puzzled by the game of life as I can't seem to find the corners.

Prisons.. Prisons... Prisons everywhere I look I see prisons

lost hours

I lost so many hours wishing I could get an hour back. Back in time where possibilities still made sense as I attempt to make sense of impending frustration. I am frustrated that I can't grow wings and fly to better days as days move by clocks I don't own. So, I am owned by the hands of others as my hand construct monuments to nothing.