Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war...our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact.
food for thought.
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remedial tomorrow, which means it's a total of 3 days already from 9-7 in school. pretty long day and i'm rather drained today. throat is sore, presumbly from all the junk food that has piled kilos around my rapidly expanding waist which has made it slightly impossible to fit into my pin striped pants today. maybe tomorrow then, since i only had an egg muffin for the entire day today before dinner.
people are mostly nice to me and today before the end of the day it was nice to talk to someone who seemed vaguely famliar in so many ways, yet different in so many ways, the smell of a dream that you've forgotten the smell of until you smell it again and know that it never really left you.
words reverberate in my head at times, repeating themselves endlessly and i imagine the words entering my ears as sound travelling in waves in air and passing as time passes, slipping across air molecules and hitting my eardrums deep inside as the words begin to register and first my brain recognises them as sound before recognising them as words, the sound that they make, every syllable echoing emptily in my head as pure sound alone before the brain takes over and begins to decipher the sounds as words and works out to find out the meaning behind sound.
as if sound ever had any meaning.
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