It's starting again. The long nights. Fuck... You blast awake, your BPM at a smooth 165 and rising, and sweat soaked sheets are indicative of another Hard Go. It's quite familiar now, an enveloping sensation that one would equate to their favorite winter blanket, only this shawl is weaved out of pure anxiety, sadness and re-enforced with a stern lattice of self loathing. Makes for comfy times and long nights, rest assured.
I'm still trying to figure out ....why, I suppose. It's' a paradoxical situation that we have unfortunately been yoked with, yet seem improperly equipped to task I speak of mere Existence, of course. Ya know, breathing oxygen and whatnot. It just seems so much more than that, but... is it? Ya sure?
I've been a pocket Hedonist my entire life, let's not get things confused. I'm a pleasure seeker by nature, and not at all alone in this lifestyle. Hell, on certain days, I'll claim Anarchy with a dash of Socialism, and a pinch of Hippie when I smoke (noice), yet I struggle with the concept of what a "good" person is. Relativity is a motherfucker.
Wanna you why I don't sleep?. I care. Yeah, about that thing you just thought about as well, pro or con. I want to have discourse with my fellow Americans about whatever issues they deem pertinent, because this is how we evolve as a culture. We must disagree, but never disavow. That's where the power truly lies. We must sharpen each other as Iron sharpens Iron, or we very well may face a future of a Blunt society. I triple hand clap the 20's generation for how things worked out this election. We offered them a Bernie Messiah, they chose their fate instead. My hands are clean. Holler at me.
Low Key Electric
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