24 Feb

Every minute that is mine is a minute away from the disorderly madness outside my door or the systematic evisceration at the machines.
I’ve spent years wasting time working for the benefit of others who have underscored my good fortune of having a job while slowly suffocating me.
“Well at least you’ve got a…”
At least. That’s the default here.
I loathe those who use that glib cliché about life being too short.
Or life in the Big City.
Or life.
We are all confused chickens pecking, clucking, spewing mantras we’ve been handed down by incompetent men.
So what’s wrong with being a gardner, a tailor, a plumber, a mechanic, a welder?


3 Responses to “”

  1. valerie 24/02/2011 at 4:50 PM #

    i want out.

  2. Ava Joe 28/02/2011 at 4:27 PM #

    Thought-provoking. Good one.

  3. ~otto~ 28/02/2011 at 10:38 PM #

    Less is more.

    Sorry for the cliche slash mantra, but that is me agreeing with you. Here’s another one: own nothing and have everything (except money and a house and a car and an ex-wife or two and kids).

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