conformity

Price of Nothing

Low funding,
yet High in mind
Trace the footsteps in the snow
A subject of the object 
Just without comprehension. 
Yet that trail we trace, 
Ends somewhere under a rainbow, 
or perhaps a dark and damp road

"At what cost, is not the cost of what.
However, it must be nothing"

Priceless,
There is no idea finer
Except for the sign in the window, 
It was never on 
But how ‘bout those odds
They bet to show.
the sign never went on

Another dark Friday, early in the morning
So let’s buy what could otherwise be stolen
“Is that why they’re all angry?”
“No, it’s the sanity that keeps them mad,
It’s the only reason they wait in line”

"So madness keeps us sane? 
There is no sense in that."
 
"Yes, but there is no cents when it comes to sense."

Ahh, Priceless
But why the lack of self- worth?
Well it's all worth while, don't ya think?
Something must be worth something, even if it's nothing


then what is priceless, 
it's nothing
nothing but an idea
The concept for those in spirits, 
Who attempt to drown it all out.
Drown out the noise of that treacherous question? 
“Excuse me! Is this on sale?” 

TQS 

stumpedwise.

It’s time to rid the world of parking meters. Have you ever wondered, what would happen if every motorist on the planet, decided to stop putting money in the parking meters? Would they disappear? Would they explode? Who knows, the conformity puppets that I share society with would never let it happen, the fucking squares. I mean would the world really fucking end if everyone just paused and decided they were done paying to publicly park? I honestly, don’t think it would. It might for the parking enforcement though. How about those fuckers, am I right? I wish my dick could get that hard. Continue reading “Parking Meters After Dark”

Inevitable Hypocrisy

The blissful innocence of youth is something that most people took for granted growing up. I believe every person on this planet shares the same regret of rushing through childhood, no matter how their life ended up. Adolescence, for most, is a time lacking responsibilities, and it is most certainly a time of experimentation. I mean, I don’t know about some of you but for myself and many others I can assume that we all might as well have had lab kits or full on laboratories.

Hell, there was a kid who was smoking pot in grammar school. We were in the fourth grade, so, we were seven or eight years old, I’m sorry I don’t know the exact age, but yeah, fucked. It’s a funny thing though, last I heard someone was experimenting on that kids asshole in a cell. I was actually really happy to hear he was doing so well, you gotta shoot for the stars ya know, but anyway, the point is many kids try to enter the portal to the realm of adulthood, with no concern for the fact that it is nothing like anything anyone thinks it to be.

I mean really, what is so great about being an adult, legally being able to drink or drive? Continue reading “Inevitable Hypocrisy”