And the noise ( or It's just a rant, no need to read)
Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 10:21 am
And the Noise, the Noise, the Noise; they fill up my head with blathering, blathering. And the garbage trucks, and the jack hammers, why do people feel comfortable shouting their latest peeve from half a block away rather than walking that half a block to confide to their (supposed) friend in confidence.
It's not like my head isn't already already to the brim with garbage. People talk on the street these days just like littering. Open their junk-food tidbit of gossip and throw the raucous wrapper on the ground. To hell with the rest of the world. Fill it up with crap, as long as it's not in their pockets or their mind(lessness).
Value; no value; no-one contemplates the value (or effects) of their simplest actions. Lather, rinse, and repeat till clean. Let the sludge flow to someone down stream.
And the sirens; Oh the sirens, they never stop any more. No, their not inside my head. Some old lady is feeling neglected, having heart palpitations. Where is her son? Where is her daughter? Went to Arizona to find work. I could be the Blade Runner movie except it's not raining and the Cyborgs in the movie were more convincing.
Sigh, I want it to stop. God why won't it stop. Why can't I go.
It's not like my head isn't already already to the brim with garbage. People talk on the street these days just like littering. Open their junk-food tidbit of gossip and throw the raucous wrapper on the ground. To hell with the rest of the world. Fill it up with crap, as long as it's not in their pockets or their mind(lessness).
Value; no value; no-one contemplates the value (or effects) of their simplest actions. Lather, rinse, and repeat till clean. Let the sludge flow to someone down stream.
And the sirens; Oh the sirens, they never stop any more. No, their not inside my head. Some old lady is feeling neglected, having heart palpitations. Where is her son? Where is her daughter? Went to Arizona to find work. I could be the Blade Runner movie except it's not raining and the Cyborgs in the movie were more convincing.
Sigh, I want it to stop. God why won't it stop. Why can't I go.