11.12.2005

plastic cuts



I am one American, fragmented.
My soul is half plastic and half
bits on a computer.
We question our very own
and desire our necessities,
and all the you believe
blindly what's prescribed to be
BLIND FAITH
as you desire to be a tool.
What utopian destiny can be
constructed from plastic cutouts?
God turned into money, guns, music,
cocaine, war, oil, garbage and plastic.
The temptation to make stone into bread
represents the material girl
worshiped as spiritual in the last century.
All the while we push harder on the gas
to go nowhere.

11.03.2005

anger management



Someone told me that I am an angry person and that it's unhealthy to be so angry all the time. * them! So what if I'm angry. Why not be angry? There are plenty of things that are totally screwed up and worth being angry about. Personally I think it's unhealthy to be so pathetic and totally lame all the time. I have a word for people like you: mediocre. These are people that are too stupid to vote because they are too lazy to have an opinion about anything. "Why vote? It's not like my vote counts anyways." Yeah you dumbass, it doesn't count because nobody cares what a lousy uninformed moron like yourself thinks anyways. Nobody cares about it.
I probably vote so I feel like I have more of a right to complain all the time when dumb$$$$$ get elected to be governer and dipshits get elected to be president. Welcome to america, what a country!

11.01.2005

shoes



Today my shoes are blue. They carry my far and in between and they are blue. Just like my coffee cup and my old pair of levis. Dependable pants. Blue.
The sky is gray today, like the stripes on an old american flag faded after years in the sun. The old stripes, strands, sentences and words; vocabulary all mixed in my head confused.
My pants are blue, but I am not blue. The light reflects off of the wood in the ceiling and makes me look orange instead.. but my mood is blue.
Today I am done with one thing and move on, to another thing. Everything looks the same but it isn't. essentially the same.
Spit looks foamy, but when the foam is gone it is still spit.

 
GENERIC RAYS - Cody Geary 2006