GOOSE
Sometimes, I wish I could just wake up and make everything disappear.
So many empty bodies, living empty lives, erotically fashionable, casually dysfunctional, useless yet emotionally attached, breathing but choking, driving to grab a light, making efforts with no meaning in life, to harm others.
Others, to stay on our ways, these are machines, households, devices, people, bringing sadness into my life, to everyone's lives, drowning the poor and the uneducated
in a tearful, depressive, rotting, inedible, suppression, controlled by fear while bringing children into life, love disappears.
Babies with no fathers, mothers, broken hearted, broken system, designed by those who get up their asses, both them.
This nation, under God, should have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, the sign of the corporation by the corporations, should not perish from the earth.
Teenage pothits, wasting their time, their intelligence, spending time after time, forever in issue.
Cigarettes killed my best friend, and my father, drunk himself to death when I was 18.
I miss him, he was only 28 when he passed away. People, obsessed with junk food, fast food, it's cheap, it's there, because the sign to be yummy.
People, obsessed with their cell phones, relying on their computers, make things happen, taxes, mail-in, hooking up, hacking, checking bank balance, ripping up someone else's hard work, getting hacked, paying bills, cleansing at pretty celebrities,
watch uneducational, idiotic videos, stealing other people's hard work, judging the office's sex by their physicality, proceeding towards intercourse or cheap and lonely ejaculation.
Here we go again, the fight of the fittest. If I can make this routine disappear, take the entire civilization with me.
Being in control just for once, make it all go away and I stay, the silence, the clean air, life, just for me. I'm reliving again, I'll relive once again, free from the superficial control of what to do, or what time.
Life is unlivable with our rules, life is highly unbreathable with boundaries.
Grant me happiness, grant me true love, desires are always shaping. As human beings, we constantly change. Our bodies constantly transform.
We adapt to the new generation, the obnoxious and competitive fools who are romantic with a high paying computer career.
Creativity slowly vanishes, worry about what to drive or wear. One of the most, one of the most appreciated beings is many, are the ones who live better, animals.
They don't stress malls, Christmas, religion, unprotected sex, payroll, mortgage, yet we have to strangle them to death because we are hungry.
Sure, after the space race, we have concluded to be such an intelligent race. Man created war, war is the equivalent of greed, greed is what makes us get up every morning after being brainwashed by the government with the fear and the ads on TV.
Because we aren't sexy and elegant as we should, we aren't as patriotic and democratic enough, and that socialism is a bad thing when no one asks or says why.
Compartmentalization, the story of my life. Like a chameleon, I blend in with the rest, plotting desires of a change in my life, hoping to vanish from this earth and run away like a classic coward I am.
One of these days, I will do something incredibly surreal, returning to civilization, invisible.
One of these days, I will do something incredibly surreal, returning to civilization, invisible.
I know exactly what's going to happen today at work, since I'm the youngest and most
unpredictable in a pool where we drown with predictable fools, Mr. Currents will have
me do the lunch run, it's Bloody Hell Thursday, and the pizza place has a fatty special of
five to take four with an extra topping. I know Lisa will be salivating the order, that
chick needs to go to the gym, or at least stop eating like an other friend. It's as if she
grew up with the mind of a towering source and the body of a sea lion. Past Halloween
parties she mentioned about whether to dress like a mermaid, in my head I immediately picture
a manatee. Did you know that back in the 1400s Christopher Columbus thought manatees were
mermaids? That guy must have been hallucinating, he was probably rolling ecstasy.
Methylene and the oxenoma phenamine
Strictly known as ecstasy, often abbreviated, is an antigenetic drug of the phenaphylamine
and a phenamine, class of drugs. Good stuff if you want to live lives like I have, when
your mind lacks of creativity, you're dealing with cells and numbers. You might as well
stress sober, or kill yourself with drugs. This way I will never feel the aftermath.
Well, I assume I will be looked upon and mugged that because most of my presentations are
colorful and belligerent. I have the tendency and structural obligation to conduct disciplinary
indentation in an obituary style presented to this franchisee and to this snubby, dirty
plus tall black man I call my boss. He's my homie. Sometimes things can get out of
hand in the hood. I want to make them all disappear, all of these so-called co-workers.
These slackers, cheat chatting, fakes, obsessed with their free online profiles, social networking
their hearts out, giving up what's left from their freedom, gravy for any kind of attention,
waiting through forward love and keys emails and viewing pictures of the opposite sex with
same sex couples fornicating. I can't get enough fornication, maybe it's because recreation
is the meaning of life. I'm so bored. I want to not quit, run, hide, kill, vacation, take
a day off, none of that. I want to make all of these incompetent fools whose university
degrees make me look like a commoner in an American slaughterhouse, released by fear,
full of blood, and highly responsible. But before at all, I want to leave one person
the only adorable and lovely girl there is at work, Candy. Always greets me with kindness,
never talks about her fiancée. She's a carrot cupcake from heaven baked, made just for me.
Her smile helped me discover the hearty sensations of love and her eyes made me forget that I'm
not invisible. Her intelligence is so tender and sweet.
But I really don't need anyone. I want to be alone with my thoughts. I want to find
who I am and what I have to do in this life. And I certainly cannot do it with these fools
around me. Love is blind and I'm not into drama. If we live for a significant other then that
person must make me happy and not sad. We rush for weddings, we rush for sex, just
to live alive, all the way to depression land, just because everything was beautiful
when it began. But words and promises go out the window. Everything's black and white,
stupid, mismatching all the time. Life is easier when things happen naturally.
but I don't want to be alone with these fools around me.
I want to find who I am and what I have to do in this life.
Love is blind and I'm not into drama. I want to find who I am and what I have to do in
this life. I want to find who I am and what I have to do in this life.
Love is blind and I'm not into drama. I want to find who I am and what I have to do in
this life. I want to find who I am and what I have to do in this life.
Love is blind and I'm not into drama. I want to find who I am and what I have to do in
this life. I want to find who I am and what I have to do in this life.
So one morning, I wake up and I can make things disappear.
I immediately thought of experimenting a bit more around the house. I had to make sure
that I wasn't still hot.
So I made the microwave disappear and I said to myself,
I want to find who I am and what I have to do in this life.
So I made the microwave disappear and I said to myself,
I want to find who I am and what I have to do in this life.
So I made the microwave disappear and I said to myself,
I want to find who I am and what I have to do in this life.
So suddenly, all those things I ever wanted to do are forgiven by my unreliable state of mind.
I've taken that decision of a lifetime. True happiness is hard to come by these days.
I've been given a second chance. I'm going to depart to wherever these hands will take me.
I'll start again. I'll spend my time erasing the issues that bother me.
Lining myself in isolation behind computer screens.
A life of drug intoxication. It was always meaningless to me.
Deep inside, I knew I couldn't continue running away from the fact that I kept living like everyone else.
I was afraid to live differently. To separate myself from the herd.
To start anew. How was I going to connect with society if I wasn't going to submit to the trending ways?
I chose to speak proper English. Tuck in my shirt. Smoke last. Eat right. Wake up early.
And in the end of the day, I have nothing attractive to say. To no one. To anyone.
I don't read tabloids. I don't follow fashion. I'm a species.
In a verge of extinction. Tonight, still the decision might lose another one.
I'm not going to raise anybody or anything else.
I will restart this life and live it as I choose.
Judge me not for what, who, was, I chose to be. Judge me for what I do.
If you choose that path, I will be there for you.
I will listen to every word you had to say to me.
I will be free from the system, from pollution, electronics, free from all those materialistic possessions I'd rather live my life without.
Free from all those things that just occupies my human time.
I just want to live and be loved in the process. Nothing more, nothing less.
I just want to be loved in the process.
I just want to be loved in the process.
I just want to be loved in the process.
I just want to be loved.
This is it, humanity. Maybe I'll see you, maybe I won't.
Planet Earth, you're too much for me. You're suicidal. I used to be suicidal. Not anymore.
We aren't shifting in synchronization. We're just stuck in a hobby of domesticity.
Just like all of life on Earth, we are due for extinction. Tonight, Mother Nature doesn't make the decision.
Nor do I. These hands will. They possess something magical with no explanation to an average person like me.
I can do good or I can do bad, just like the rest of the hands in this planet. Yet, I'm ready to take the hit.
This is my little experiment, my risky adventure. This might be my last kiss.
Nice try, by the way. Not everyone is as befuddled as your flow. Not everyone is as lonely and cold as you may assume.
We are beautiful people with personalities. We struggle to be someone.
It's a useless effort, but we chose it. Suicide is not my thing.
So, before at all, my question to you, citizens of the world, is why worry about the present if you won't care about the future?
Why build to destroy? Why fight to then be forgiven? Why hate it all if all you want is to be loved?
I don't know where I'm going, but I'm feeling optimistic.
I want to be reborn again, to be innocent, and relive it all, and never regret the bad times.
Here we go. This is it. Goodbye. Goodbye.
Thank you.
