The Rent is Too Damn High

They sold the youth of the nation to archaic preachers, aging politicians, convenience and currency. Toxic laws and worn-out dogma design our lives and determine our futures. Student loans, inflation, and immovable wages lock us into their work weeks: we serve capitalism now. Brainwashed into capitulation by mass media and the school system: we never had a choice.

My American dream died, but I dream. I dream of life, love, and the pursuit of common purpose: a meaningful existence.

Our revolution has begin; I hope you’re hungry.

Priceless

So you want to be authentic?
You want to live in the present moment?
Murder your past. Choke out memories with your bare hands.
Hack your trauma to bits. Watch half-hearted holidays bleed out.
Ruminate on nothing because nothing came before.

Fuck the future. Your expectations and assumptions are a joke.
Do they help you sleep better at night?
Drown your plans in the tub with your judgement.
Toss in a toaster for good measure.
Free yourself in the recognition that you have control over noting but what you do right now.

Ignore your fears; they’re irrelevant.
Feeble attempts to ease your discomfort with the unknown.
Will anxiety ever prepare you for your death?
You’re going to die and most of us don’t choose when.
Worry prevents you from living.

Inaction is sedation.
Rumination is self-flagellation.
You’re here now. Lose your ego.
Leave your self-created cage. Abandon your screens.
Go Outside.

Every moment you wait for life you’ve chosen death.
There is opportunity everywhere: take it.

Stench

I’d stop and smell the roses, but I prefer
fresh graffiti, gasoline, and paint thinner.
I watch the death and rebirth of the city
as winter wanes and spring has sprung.

Every second, I wither.
Death does not come once and
I aim to die every day.
I wonder when my spring will come.

Not every tree survives the cold.