April 22, 2005 Passtimes To Pass Times

The sounds I awoke to this morning were far from my mindset, and with only a few minutes to prepare for the trip I light myself another cigarette. I glance at my reflection and capture the moment and sound in a mental photo. The feeling of some conclusion stunk, and it eventually ruined a peaceful ambience the rain had managed to procure. I arise to my clothes and change my pants; there’s nothing better than what I’d previously selected. I’m wearing the same clothes. I throw the school shirt on overtop my applause shirt, and can’t help but stare in the mirror wandering; but I have a theme of thought. How do all these drug addicted degenerates play off as hard working technically advanced students, who are going to assume the position of “the future wave” and get first picking from the college’s and corporations? Oh, it’s these pretentious shirts; I forgot. For reasons unknown to me, people actually believe we’re bustling yuppies. I’m no modernist. I’m no traditionalist. How I see the future… is how pessimists would look at a half empty cup of rum, blurry and ravenous to forget. The pure cream of society is doing nothing more than masking it’s insides, waiting for implosion; hiding it’s indecent and shameful features, feigning bliss and happiness in their way of life. Don’t buy into it like so many believe. Truth be told, the future is our standards, not today’s standards, regardless of what activists say. Don’t think people should litter our streets with cars and pollute our habitat? Make it a way of life, make it socially unacceptable by living your beliefs. It’s not something that’s easy, but it takes a voice, even if diminutive and quiet, to influence. “Cool” and infamies are what define our culture, not democracy, not freedom, not equality, not sincerity; and I don’t want to live in a culture of make believe.

Well, let me abandon these ideals so I can continue with my day without to much self inflicted discontentment and discomfort, but I’ll be on my feet in no time.