Stink / One of Them Days….

You know, it’s times like this I can wholly sympathise with Agent Smith in the first Matrix, where he snarls on about the “stink” of humanity. Venturing into the outside world I have concluded is a depurification process – you can almost drown in the toxicity of everyday life…or at least I can! The unspoken emnities that infect the masses are seen and felt by yours truly. A sneer, a dirty look unsupported by reason is all it takes to career down this train of thought – the misanthropic mindset. What is it in people that influxes them with the need to indulge, even celebrate the dark side of existence? I’m still looking for a reason, something that starts the chain of derision..of enmity at sight. Of course I recognise that not all peeps are so rancid, so insufferable an experience..but the fact that 99% of the peeps I meet display either apathy or antipathy toward me causes me to doubt the 1% who I actually DO give a shit about. Mistrust is a sorry state and placing it at the feet of your loved ones, even if only in the confines of mind, only serves to weaken the value of your consciousness – it hurts like a motherfucker, ladies and gents! I just wish I could eradicate myself from the segment of humanity I share a vicinity with and find myself a place where the ratio is reversed. Am I the only one who feels so? Sadly, yet at the same time comfortingly, I think not…..


Do you have days with “short-shrift” written flagrantly all over them? The kind of days where petty little altercations and adversities conspire to crush your spirit? The kind of says where you wish you’d stayed in bed from a moment not long after rising? The kind of days which confirm, or at least delude you into thinking your worst fears about the species are true? The kind of days you wish you could turn off the motor of emotion at your heart center and fall away from the stupidity and venom corrupting the everyday world? Or, even better, wish you could hit the brakes on existence itself and find a space, a sacred place, to rest relax, recollect upon the whole fucking point of it all? GAAAH! Conniption CON-CLUDED!!!!!!!!


About MRDA

The beast shouting "I" at the heart of the world. Alien misanthropologist in a homo sapiens skinsuit. Pass the wine and get out of my sunshine!
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