Saturday

Today is Saturday and Sunday comes after. Or rather it is now Sunday. I can't get into this just yet. Don't think anyone reads this. Will I ever read this? Like it says its more of a journal, really. I never kept a journal privately so I'm doing it publicly. Stupid really. I'm going to write for as long as these four Tony Castles songs last for. Tony Castles..I thought it was hip hop but its more like experimental indie hippie hipster guitar drums high vocals type shit. It's sick tho. Headless horsemen is another sick group. Greedhead man, they're on to something. Anyway, music. Ha. I feel like at he end of the day any musician and/or actor is just a dang entertainer..a singing dancing traveling minstrel. Why do people respect them so much? I get that its culture, that its maybe symbolic of like the icing on the cake of life, but isn't it a bit trivial in some sense? SHANE could have played music for a living. Maybe. But education comes first. Does it though? It should. People spend money on entertainment..no artist is self made, you rely on other people for 100% of your income you damn twat! In a good way. Plus, music and other aspects of the arts or at least pop culture are largely random and based in comparison to the higher ideals of other fields like the social sciences, the hard sciences, medicine and government etc. It's like people prefer to focus on fun and trivial stuff to take the pressure of not being able to comprehend the atrocities that are going on internationally, the injustice going on nationally. Lady Gaga fights for gays in the military..now we have more servicemen and women? Fuck that. And fuck the us army the us navy the air force the marines the cia the nsa the FBI and the irs. I wasn't going to get a job with them anyways. Al quadea. Bombs. Toms shoes. Jerry springer. Spring fling. Trim your hedges. Place your bets on the hedge fund dispersement. Trace your genetics to an ethical relativist from protestant England circa the 16th century who fucked your mother after losing a bet. Battle a half wit for a bottle of bat shit and a barbecue pit over the east Asian trading company. That's guano Ted Bawno. I don't know rap. I don't know sad. I don't know dead relatives anymore. I miss dead relatives more and more the less I think about them the sadder it is. Cu the dead are gone the deceased no longer be except in you and me. This is a recurring theme I find I try to repeat to myself but not too often it mayn't be true. But it may be. Mayberry. Johnny appleseed planted apple seeds which grew to apple trees from sea to sea is this a myth? Is there truth to it? Is there half truth? Maybe Jesus was a bum. Maybe he was a poor beggar who said love your enemies oh wait he was. Can I really get caught up on one thing one little idiosyncracy one little inconsistency? Or is belief worth superceding logical incompatibilities? Is belief the only thing that is capable of such a thing? Maybe I want to believe because its how I was raised. Maybe Muslims are correct. God. Pssh. He's called Allah you dumb Romans am I right? Songs ended. PEACE.

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