A night on the town and a day of recharge

For sheer entertainment value Vegas can't be beat. Also as a place where the brilliant, alien, fucktards flourish?...it can't be beat either. My god it's a great place to sit back and watch the flies fight over a piece of rotten meat. In the right frame of mind the entertainment value of being a spectator to this endless, slow-motion train wreck of humanity can be quite awesome. There's never a dull moment and I thank Vegas for providing me with this free-of-charge show. Only after I have come down from the mountain did I feel refreshed and ready to objectively, passively observe the shit-storm of stupidity that swirls about my head daily. I have found that the slinking pile of biomass that pulls itself into its car and throws itself around the city can be quite entertaining as long as you keep a safe distance and steer clear of the trail of half-digested decisions and morals left behind like trails of diarrhea. Slip in it and you'll quickly find yourself drinking the Kool-Aid. It's liberating when you realize that 1) you're not one of them 2) you'll never be one of them 3) there's clearly something loose or missing with these people and I don't give 2 shits what it is they're looking for. So, am I ready to throw in the towel and stay here happily? maybe. Can I move on with my life and let these people ruin theirs? yes.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Fake feelings and such

 Getting old is getting old—the journey to a realm of limited possibilities, new possibilities, and lost chances. I don't want to stay in bed all day—that's not me. I want to keep going, growing, evolving, and not waiting for anyone's permission. In the back of my mind, I wait for permission, but in the front of my mind, I know that is not the way I want to be. 
Read more

Shake shake shake Sonora,

How many times can you die? Try it and let me know. Count the ways of letting yourself go into a space of emptiness. Let all of yourself go and linger in the void. The void is not what it used to be, emptiness, liminal spaces, thoughtlessness. It’s now a place free of acquaintances, responsibility, purchases, social medias begging for your posts and content. The void is now a safe place of free-thought and free will to be yourself away from opinions and conformity. Die there and be free. Be brave and cut your ties, your ropes and chains. Die there and walk away from it all, all the expectations and illusions of fashion and consumerism. Let those trapped call you dead and forgotten. You’re free.
Read more

Aaahhh. Kentucky

Middle of nowhere Kentucky. Small clinic amongst the whisky and bourbon distilleries. Beautiful land, rolling hills, faint smell of smoked barrels and grains. Where America was fought for over slavery and freedom.
Read more