super a day once

Terrible I am when I sit and think about who I am and where I live and to whom I look too and to home I look down. Violent action visions of terror. To wield power like other great men is what cravings desire and to all who know me this might come as a surprise. I look down on culture and language and notions of not moving forward. There is living and there is living and there is moving and there is moving. Development is bias and we all know this. Restructuring is a rip off and embargoes don't do a thing. We all know this. We pass laws and we change laws. We get rights, we lose rights. The cycle of looking towards history for reasons and excuses goes on and to what end?

Comfy

I dream. I come up with a lot of boundaries. Boundaries I think will make me happy. The whole "I want... Big windows. Living room you can live in. Nice rug. Knick-knacks. The funny part about all of it is that i have it all and I'm not happy. Yet I still think of just new knick-knacks, and new rooms and new windows. I don’t know where it all ends and I'm afraid of getting sucked in. I don't want to be rich, but I want to do well enough that i can settle down running a cafe or bar. Old ex-cool kids chilling to the chiamattt mp3 archive.