Archive for the ‘Fuck The Wall!’ Category

On one side of the fence you have the easy-going, modern lifestyle, the people go to work, they have plenty of time and energy left over to socialize with their many friends, they are young and already homeowners (their parents bankrolled the mortgage on the home they acquired, cut-priced, after a soldier died), they don’t waste time working the garden or washing their cars, but still things grow and life is peachy. They get all the breaks. The present and future is theirs.

 

On the other side of the fence, rotted and wind-battered, you have the flip-side dead-end of the American dream – life sucks and then the people die. They believe in God and try to do the right thing, they want to make the world a better place but, sensitive, they get chewed up and spat out. They do all chores they can. They work from dawn to dusk and into the night, and still it’s never enough. They are beset by endless complications and catches. They are running to stand still. They live on energy drinks and alcohol. They have no hope in tomorrow, that things will be better. They get all the heartbreaks. Their present and future, there’s a brick wall looming, sooner or later, a calamitous collision and the end is nigh, tonight, tomorrow, who knows?

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See that bald guy over there? Yeah, the one messily eating a hamburger, grease and drool on his chin. Repulsive, right? Indeed. … Well, he didn’t used to be bald. And he didn’t used to be fat. And he didn’t used to be repulsive. And he didn’t used to be frustrated. And he didn’t used to beat his ex-wife.

He didn’t used to be full of anger and hate or subject to unexplainable outbursts. He didn’t used to be hopeless and he didn’t used to be a loser.

But one day he noticed his receding hairline, then others did too – they made comments and jokes, playful yet hurtful. Whaddya associate, after all, with baldness? And, then he got a hernia too, consequence of years of self-sacrifice and pain. Old, past-it, sickly, stiff, gone grandpa, gone: you’re never get a second look from a pretty young woman again (unless you’re filthy rich).

Some men don’t mind, they’re in a secure place, loved by their family and friends. For others it’s another brick in the wall of isolation, pain and fear, blocking them off from already dwindling hopes, in this society of shit. As their hair falls out, they lose what little remains of themselves.

Is it any wonder that many give up and succumb to the basest desires of their flesh (What the fuck difference does it make now if I eat crap and get fat, fart, watch porn and piss on the toilet seat, even more repulsive?! Yeah, fuck it. And fuck that bitch for looking at me the wrong way, I know she’s loathing what I’ve become! Like she’s a prize? Saggy cunt, show her the back of my hand!).

He didn’t used to be…

Broken, beat-up, aching, screwed-up, depleted most egregiously. All for the sake of a wall, messed-up.