Thoughts of the night

1. Far as I can tell, the young admire their favorite artists and individuals. And the more aged, those with greater wisdom, understand and are understood by their favorite artists and individuals. I'm sure there are exceptions in both of those populations. But for the most part, the young are still impressionable and I think that is why they look up to people, even those their age. They still want to become something. And those that are older are carrying such a burden of living, an extremely large case of sorrow and worry and anxiety that they only want to be understood; to be reassured that they aren't the last persons left trying to keep hope alive.

2. These rappers now days are about as real as a hooker's affection. Fuck em, most of em I mean.

3. Living ain't easy unless you're pimping. Displacing the scarce courage of impressionable women and ordering them to fuck for your well being.
Living ain't easy unless you're drug dealing. Playing salesmen to the dolorous, promising for a low price they can purchase, what is in all actuality, worthless.

4. Talk about fucking hypocrisy, how the hell do people love jay-z and lil wayne and all these fuckhead rappers that only reinforce the values of the rich (spend fruitlessly to be happy and proud) in their music, yet disapprove of corrupt politicians and businessmen? The greatest trick the rich played was convincing the poor that the pecuniary ceiling was pregnable. The fuck it is. Capitalism runs on this delusion held dearly by the impoverished, presented daily in movies, music, and tv shows. We believe so little of what we practice, so disturbingly little. All who question anarchy and communism and socialism need to first question their own integrity. You are absolutely right none of those would fucking work because people refuse to criticize their desires and live moderately.

5. I dug into the pocket of my work pants and discovered this little nubmer:

No fish in the sea thou art,
you're a woman with both goals
and failures.
I won't think of or treat you
like you are just anyone
because you're not.
You are
you.
So in the event that I cling faster or longer than
you,
be certain that it meant
that I
cared.