don't give up, man. everybody goes through trials and trivulations. all taste mild and spicey libations. meets with calm times and confrontations. you can't run from things that get you down, too many do that waiting for the good shit to come around and meet them on the back swing. it's a time to sing and let the bells ring a celebratory time for celebate story rhymes and forget about the nickles and dimes and fifths and forties cause your time is worth more, see? you need to dedicate yourself to what gets you up in the morning. do what requires little gut warning. we all know jobs aren't where we're supposed to be and if it were up to me we'd all recognize that it's time to flee, leave and abandon our positions of powerlessness and our addmitence of cowardess and our decisions to long for less. we the people will one day quit our jobs and move to the farms and forests and take our live back from the tyranical overlords incharge of nothing now they'll listen to us.
oh yeah, please don't bite this. it was off the cuff and a little rough.
-sisyphus
oh yeah, please don't bite this. it was off the cuff and a little rough.
-sisyphus