Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Posted by Zek J. Evets at 12:01 AM
This is directed to the cynical mess that makes up my generation. Got their stunna' shades on, and pretensions of indifference simulate a contrived persona who tries hard to seem like they don't give a shit, smoking their Parliaments and listening to the latest Grizzly Bear EP.
This is directed to the hot mess that makes up the women I've met. Wearing themselves down on purpose to look worn-out, but realize that only looks good for about five seconds. Then, crow's feet, and emaciated veins, and more cosmetics to cover up the last gasp of their real beauty.
This is directed to the cruel mess that makes up the guys I've known. Drunks, cheaters, gamblers, junkies, and sinners all -- telling lie after lie to hide behind their own ineffectual existence. Made plans, then abandoned them. Claimed to love more women than they really did, or loved more women than they claimed.
This is directed to the lost, the cruel, the woe-begotten, the pessimists pretending they're realists, the activists who want to change the world but never actually try to, the artists that drown in their own impotence, the users that ultimately die alone, and all members of my degeneration from sea to tainted sea.
This is for a silent majority to recognize that you are not alone. Life isn't shit, love really exists, and don't worry about the world ending today because it's already tomorrow in Australia.