Saturday, March 1, 2014

Mythos


The mythos of working for a living is particularly maddening.

Working to survive. A paycheck becomes the food you put into your body to hasten the heart attack.

Succumbing to rules mind numbing and random.

Sacrificing individuality to allow lesser creatures to have their say.

As the soul howls in protest.

Pretending.

Pretending to care. Pretending that it matters.

Giving up the lions' share of each day to the game.

Frantically worrying the rest of the day towards dreams of liberation.

And failing.

And failing again.

Committed, desperately, to expressing individuality and doing it superficially.

Missing the mark.

As the real thing festers.

Bubbling like acid looking for something to destroy.






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