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SelfishWhy do people only care about themselves? Apparently, it's how people become successful. They become successful by putting themselves first and others last. If that is what makes you successful, I don't want a part of it. I like others. I am a humanist at heart and I'd rather be judged by who I am instead of what I have. Maybe this is why I can't connect with my family. Maybe this is why I can't connect with people who are all about money and throw away others if it doesn't help them. I treat people how they should be treated. Not as objects or stepping stones but as something that matters. I have more friends that way. To be honest, I'd rather have friends than money. After all, its who you know not what you know. Intelligence doesn't matter anymore. Thankfully, personality does.
WaitingWaiting. That's all life is. All you do is wait. You wait for a better job. You wait for money. You wait for something just anything to come along. But that's all you do. These things don't come by waiting. They come with action. They come when you finally show initiative. Even then, you sometimes don't get everything you want. So, you go back to waiting. You wait for something to change your life in some way. You wait for a relationship. You wait for a call from a job. You wait for anything that can change your life. You wait and you wait and you wait and nothing comes along. This is where the real depression kicks in. Now you're waiting for it all just to end. You're hoping to be the latest victim. That's the real rock bottom. When you wait for death because it is better than life, that's the lowest you can get. But there's a brightness in this. When you're at this point, you will try anything because you have nothing left to lose. That's when waiting ends and real action takes place
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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