People With Problems

There are fish in our hearts. We pet baby piglets and cry at how cute they are. Pork steaks. Tiny waggy tail. I am listening to ninja music. I am a man out of time and space. I can not relate to the babbling hateful putting down of those around me. All they do is flip their tongues and insult others. There is an emptiness in their guts, yet they are full of shit. I hope to never understand this behavior, other then with my distance observation and analysis from an outsiders perspective. People wear living shoes, little dinosaurs, walking them around, as they stand, feet strapped to their backs. Mutant cave people. That is the funny thing about modern man, they think they are so how superior to their ancestors. Rational debate is pointless in a world of crazies. My brain flows out like gelatin forced through thin pipes. I'm unhappy again... and again... and again. The situations change, the despair remains. Life isn't a beach, where you swim in to shore after struggle and then get to rest at some point, after reaching your goal, or whatnot. It is a river, and you have to keep paddling, or you sink, period.

-Dan