Elucidating Questions

Is craving human connection selfish?

I don’t know even why I crave it

Should I be content with the sensation

Of warmth in my hand from the Sun?

I don’t even understand humans

I feel so different from them in so many ways I have to remind myself I’m one of them

I feel like a foreigner

Except to the Earth herself

Is this supposed to be some sick lesson in existing all alone when being alone was my one fear as a teen?

I wonder

I do

Time is dripping away like it’s contained in a massive sieve

Dripping

Constantly

And this constant reminder

Maybe I would be less terrified of dying if my life had any quality

Anyways

Just more musings of the all alone

Who knows?

Maybe they’ll keep someone company one day

Encourage riots

What?

Heh

I mean

When it’s both of us it’s not shocking

Really, what else is going to work at this point?

When you can’t afford something you need march out into the street and just scream

Scream until you can’t scream anymore

Like maybe it’s time some of us people who actually have something to scream about do

Not at the workers

Just scream at society for a bit

Man,

That would be disruptive

Less disruptive than a riot though

I need a speaker that connects to people’s brains

Wake up

Get up

And start a riot now

That was actually two different songs mashed together but, yeah, that works

Just do it

They’re not going to listen to decency

I love guitars

The sound they make

I love pianos too

I love getting to know an instrument through an artist to the point I can recognise their instrument in the wild

I used to know Lindsay Stirling’s violin like that

I love violins too

Maybe it’s just things with strings

Oh so many strings

None of them attached to anything

I lament

But guitars

When they scream

Maybe I should marry the persons who invented instruments

In the afterlife, obviously

Maybe everyone’s married to everyone in the afterlife

One big happy existence

But guitars

Damn

I swear I get better feelings from listening to a guitar singing its melody than sex

Dance music had its place but give me a guitar solo any day

Guitar solo please

I should go ask sir blue flame to make a guitar solo

Sir, I demand your guitars have a solo

The sexy beasts

There

I’m not good at words

I’m only good at words

There is a fucking duck

Somewhere

I do not live in duck land

Speaking of strange occurences

My weed dealer came in for shorts today

🤯

Guitars

No, see, you tell me to slow down

That fucking baby music where it was Frere Jacques except horrible and it played for AN HOUR at full volume

There is no slow down

Only think at 500 miles an hour

I love babies

Baby music overwhelms and overstimulates me

I doubt it’s nearly as good for them as they pretend it is either

Nonsensical prattle

Much like my writing but I don’t go out and yell my writing at people in stores.

Though that may get me some attention

I wish people still did guitar solos

I suppose I should go eat the first meal I’ve had in over 24 hours

Chus

Poor

It has this almost disgusting double meaning

Poor as in you’re without money

And poor as in poor so and so fell in the lava pit

RIL

But the way the words are used

When you’re talking about a poor person often the topic becomes how they either made themselves be poor, deserve it, or both

In a derogatory manner, yeah?

Meanwhile the other shows compassion

Shouldn’t that be a hint that one deserves such a thing when instead of being “poor them”, they are poor?

Someone at some time saw poor as being pitiful

You pity them

In a way

Pity rather cheapens the intention of a poor them feeling

But that’s what it is

I guess the thing they both often have in common is the speaker’s lack of interest in actually making said pitiful person less pitiful

Not to discount the untold who have helped any person in need

Just this majority

The invisible demon

Had to agree that the COVID vaccine was deadly today for my safety

Alone in a taxi

With a man

Poor me

Who is also poor

Words

I think too much

So support for the liberals is waning

And like many elections the hope for not having my rights taken away

Rests on the NDP

The unproven federal party whose provincial name sakes have failed every time they get in

A party that never fails to compromise in favour of a rich person

Just the same party dressed three different ways

Three different ways that all, at their centre, are the same powerhouse of rich people getting richer

What’s the point?

I don’t want any of them in charge

Throw this mess in the garbage and start over

Democracy works locally not spread over thousands of kilometers

But, then, there’s that South Park episode about the turd and the douche

Who knows

I think we should restart

Rethink

Rework

Understand that we tried it and it’s just not working for us at this scale

Thank you, and, goodbye

I don’t know what I am

But I know what isn’t working shouldn’t be forced to continue

Except apparently my life

But, you know

I don’t have the answers

But you don’t need to know the solution to know there’s a problem

Don’t forget that