Saturday, October 2, 2010

Y2 D129

What happened to us man? What happened to the ideals of changing the world? What happened to the poets, the lovers, those who were going to change the world? When did we turn into slaves? I can't do drugs in my own home but it's ok for the pharmaceutical companies to shove pills down my throat for every little cough or hiccup? For anything doesn't conform to the standards there's a pill. Don't have any kind of individual thought that would be wrong. Here have a pill to flat line you. Be one of us. Be one of the beautiful people. Fuck that. I still want to change the world. I just don't know how any more. My doctor thinks there is something wrong with me mentally. Well no shit Sherlock - we are the first generation who was the by-product of drugs, revolution, television, and capitalism all rolled into one. No wonder we are fucked up. We don't know what's going on in our heads. Our parents are rejects who feel it's ok to have their identities taken from them and put in car commercials and pills for hard-ons. Everyone is a goddamn sell out.

Not me baby.

Yeah right. I wish.

I am just as bad. Look in my closet. Look around me. I struggle with the desire to have, the desire to not want, the desire to expand my mind, the desire to fit in. We are one fucked up generation. We don't know what we want.

I try though. I won't take the pill. You can't change my brain. This is the brain I was born with and the one which with I will die. It's mine. I won't let you fuck up the chemical process. I can do that all on my own thank you very much.  

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