jackinblack

ya know i suffer from a wildly clatterbanging sense of urgent disappointment in people
not boredom as i first feared
a total egotistical letdown
its so bad that i have to wonder if its more me than humanity
on days when the glass is half full than it is totally everyone around me
sad fucken sacks
half empty and i can see the tragic bottom of the glass
shit man and i was drinken that
suddenly im outa step
happening alot of late
missing too many beats
i cant even watch t.v without a manic fear and loathing of the world of people setting in
i can only goggle at people who talk of t.v glowingly
what a fuckin miasma i am becoming
i need a cave
music is one great salvation
for some reason music when its alive helps dull the sense of acute lonliness
the art world makes me shudder increasingly
its full of spin doctoring and fashionistic consumerism dressed up as interesting
it seems to become more and more difficult to justify being involved in it

i love the autumn days though
even if i feel as if iam starving
and wandering about life is way too telescoped

"Nobody told me there'd be days like these

Strange days indeed
most peculiar
Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high

Everybody's flying and never touch the sky

"Nobody told me there'd be days like these

Strange days indeed"