cretinfamily

i will search the world over for words that hold some significant meaning for this life that i live with a bottle at my lips and a smoke between my fingers. the words will float on top of the giant sesspool until they too sink and as they sink they become distorted images of what they were.
spoken life and love start to drown themselves in the cancer and become a foul smelling mixture of deception and trepidation.
i swim around this pool looking for some relief from the diseased stench and my feet never find land.
i'm starting to wonder how i developed this apprehension of humanity.....wondering how i fell into this misanthropic cycle.



and today i go to work for the first time in almost three years....and i get to work with the public.
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Update:
my job is easy and i get a lot of time to do nothing....this makes me happy.