Tired

So very tired of this world

Understimulated is an understatement.

So happy and alive inside. But worn to near-tears by unending pressure.

Absolutely vexed. Inane, non-meaning is the norm.

Yet people take advantage. They see an open space. Exploit. Move on.

Laughed at day in and day out by well-meaning folks who think I’m batty.

Worse than direct, intentional malice, somehow.

They don’t read. Don’t think. But primarily, don’t perceive for themselves.

Mostly second-hand viewpoints adopted out of convenience or fear.

The stupid get rich. The perceptive kicked in the teeth, so far.

Their kids follow similar paths.

It can be changed.

But most are happy to write off

the frustrated

as oddities.

All this frustration, but still I have something they don’t.

My own mind.

At least, I think I do.

At least, I am still open to learn.

And I know that life in it’s natural state

is not this boring retard hell

But beautiful, fantastic, and exciting.

Even with all the pain.

Cult-y human “society” just adds all kinds of unnecessary

tragedy and stupidity into the mix.

I just can’t be bothered to smile and pretend it’s not absurd.

Thus, “blasphemy” of several types has been my path.