A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetery gates. Keats and Yeats are on your side,while Wilde is on mine
~The Smiths
Florida is still hot, sticky and very much pro-Bush. So it goes I suppose. I have grown so apathetic; I can not even watch the Daily Show anymore. I use to be Mr. Current Events. In fact, last night I tried to convince a friend of mind to not stand up for what he believes in anymore, but instead to just accept what his professor says and work on getting his degree done. How awful is that? Not so much when you consider that he needs to look at the bigger picture and realize that not agreeing with a professor should not be the stumbling block between you and finishing college. Of course, that notion is reflective of my overall ennui. I just don’t care anymore.
It wasn’t so long ago I was passionate about things, even if in the “quiet desperation” sort of way. Now, I just don’t care. I have been without TV for a week for the most part. I have avoided the news like the plague and I’m done worrying about America. I feel like the parent who has watched their kid spiral down the path to drug addiction. OK, if Jimmy wants to fellate strangers for crack, who am I to stop him? If America wants more Bush, then let them have it. I have retired my spark. You can lead a horse to water, but you can not make him drink. Horses are pretty strong too and damn good swimmers, so the other option of drowning this analogical horse is out of the question. Good luck, drop me a post card dear America and remember next time you gaze up at the Statue of Liberty, the French gave us that.
~The Smiths
Florida is still hot, sticky and very much pro-Bush. So it goes I suppose. I have grown so apathetic; I can not even watch the Daily Show anymore. I use to be Mr. Current Events. In fact, last night I tried to convince a friend of mind to not stand up for what he believes in anymore, but instead to just accept what his professor says and work on getting his degree done. How awful is that? Not so much when you consider that he needs to look at the bigger picture and realize that not agreeing with a professor should not be the stumbling block between you and finishing college. Of course, that notion is reflective of my overall ennui. I just don’t care anymore.
It wasn’t so long ago I was passionate about things, even if in the “quiet desperation” sort of way. Now, I just don’t care. I have been without TV for a week for the most part. I have avoided the news like the plague and I’m done worrying about America. I feel like the parent who has watched their kid spiral down the path to drug addiction. OK, if Jimmy wants to fellate strangers for crack, who am I to stop him? If America wants more Bush, then let them have it. I have retired my spark. You can lead a horse to water, but you can not make him drink. Horses are pretty strong too and damn good swimmers, so the other option of drowning this analogical horse is out of the question. Good luck, drop me a post card dear America and remember next time you gaze up at the Statue of Liberty, the French gave us that.
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