interstellar

a dead swing swaying in breeze. an impoverished mass of trashed buildings and broken homes brimming with disease. stiff in a recliner, unnoticed and lounging for days. your television blares static. your radios dead signal plays. will you ever be found? the murderer waites it out pursuing business near an abandoned playground. can you find the constellation over our electronic metropolitan configuration? scatter the street lights by throwing rocks their way. brake the pattern; then more clearly see why ---and its evident your acknowledgement never played a part in this devised design and scheme, your physical being has been squandered away from you without you ever even noticing. yet you overlook it, youre crooked; you slowly waste away yourself and others, hurting everyones living space in the long run, carry guns, 'stronger' one, more destructive than your fathers. making people addicts, and now you know theyve got to have it, cant kick the habit, living life tragically, youre living well still, laughing at this tragic, manic, mishap so foolishly. bringing out your wallet, laugh it up all the way to the bank- penning out the name and date up on the deposit. while in the meantime, this street crime, selling drugs and overdose, you get rich quick off of selling coke - crack or heroin, and again, youre killing them, killing men and women, providing bags for the weak and meek, imposing the lifestyle on these little children, one person constituting the lives over another 'million'. needless to say, intelligent persons, need to not harm their own bodies, they contribute by handing over their own cold, crisp, hard earned money. all of this effects the outcome of my life - when your stealing radios out of cars just to get by - 'its just a quick buck' - what the fuck? what took you ten seconds, helped contribute to my bad luck and lack of sustenance, what is this? personal intent to be malevolent? now im paying my deductable while attempting to afford my payments - and groceries, unwalkable path, so please dont judge me to quickly before you get to know me, just understand where im coming from - understand if i percieve you to be alittle shifty. im ready to pack my bags. i need out of this liability fraught city. ive got a realisic but pessimistic existence, but i dont need any of your pity...

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i cant really get it to where i like it, its really rough, but you get the idea. -.-