 - Last login: 2 days agoJLarmor
- JLarmor is a 25 year old guy from New York, USA.
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the push forward is the complete inability to be content where we are, when we are.
Impatience is life, progress and the sunset.
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3:58 PM 2/17/2005
Yellow Ribbon Sticker, Support our Troops, msrp $2.00
Everyone drives straight ahead, straight away, into nowhere land, the america highway... looking straight, in SUVs with yellow ribbon stickers that feign a show of support for the United States troops dying for the gasoline they abuse, inhaled with their guzzlefuck cars. Air Conditioning and power-lock windows, 5.1 dolby stereo DVD players. Freedom. Let it reign, Let it rain. Let them get what they pay for. Anything their little, big, fat, artery-clogged heart desires. This is star-spangled. This is beyond Catch-22. Animals are slaughtered, dying, children are starving, dying, but not here. Never.
The sticker, that magnet, it's not fooling any one, a profitable gimmick by some middle-aged monkeywrench to an aspartame-coated society en-masse, all who know too well exactly how deluded they've become, knowingly slugging through salty existance. Their oozy residue, a mucous of fat and sweat, greases the path, easier and easier for the many to follow, the more to come. Not even looking to see what's passing them by, not a shift or involuntary pulse in their eye, the cell phones completing their cyborg-transformational-state, the radio waves, pop-rap-rock, crap-crock-poop CDs, mp3 players constipating the clarity of their brainwaves. Highly evolved, perfected-by-nature, clogged pathways for these fired neurons from a wasted-brain before it can pass through the nerve-net-colon to an anus-for-a-mouth. People can't even speak worth a shit any more, but I've stopped wondering why.
And when I drive too, not a wolf in their clothing, simply a misled sheep, I rubberneck. I look at half of everyone I pass, give them the eye through a cracked windshield, just to see if there are any signs of life on their planet-Ford-Explorer, if there's any programming on channel-Fuckyou-Pathfinder. I'm disappointed for the most part. No one talks to themselves any more. Then again, I don't know if people ever did. Nobody does what I do to pass the commute's time.
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