sailordrunk

I am slightly angry today, angry at no one thing in particular.

I have a general sense of anger.

I have anger and I have no canvas today to focus my energies on to.

Glasses and contacts. Weakness. I hate them. If I lived in a caveman world, I'd have a distinct disadvantage. I should get laser surgery.

I hate ties of dependence.

I quit my job a few weeks ago and have not found a replacement. Money runs from me like a fast drip candle. Rich get richer, poor get poorer. Damn, I feel like I could kill a rich fuck today.

Having dreams, no, goals, is not for the poor anymore. I fight like I'm in a cage. There is nothing worse than to have dreams and goals, ambitions, talent, intelligence, a strong sense of self worth, two chips on your shoulder, and being poor. I am lucky in that I have family and friends that care about me. I will not starve. . . but fuck this dependence!


I brandish a large knife in my imagination at this moment.