Too much world and little children have no place to grow. No room and no freedom, no fields. Nurturing Environment Protection Agency, where are you? Pump their heads full of what's right and what's wrong and please don't forget to say why. 90 channels on TV and a homeless, jobless million. Beepers and cell phones keep us in constant contact, but you don't speak to people you don't know. Walkmans blaring in young boys ears like brainwash venom, selling the glory lightning flash of bitches, cars, guns, money and drugs. And maybe they can they put morals and spirituality to a good beat instead of a choir and get people to actually listen to it. Get the Beastie Boys to turn out some physics formulas. Put history to Drum N' Bass. I look up at the penthouses looking down on the sewers and the people who've given up. Empty dime bags in playgrounds and the smell of urine everywhere. School books and uniforms, looking across at the homeless spread across the subway seat. Get out of her way, the crazy lady with the nappy hair. Rolling through, the deformed guy in the wheelchair with the puerto rican flag on a pole on the back. The "desert storm" guy with the convulsions and his wife and kids at home and how is he going to feed them. One paycheck away myself and can I borrow $20 until Thursday.
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Manhattan is beginning to smell badly, and soon the denizens will start going nuts on each other in the heat induced-madness that
makes its annual appearance here.The city gets very sweaty and tight and the subway cars are like sausages, perspiring and spicy, with who-knows-what wrapped inside them (and me). The walk from my apartment to the subway station is long enough for me to break a sweat, which is compounded by descending into the station itself. It’s like an oven, and the occupants always look dazed and exhausted. They are usually wandering around the platform in half-baked states or trying to stand absolutely, perfectly still so as not to generate any body heat. Even the blast of air from the cars as they come and go has a dank, warm feel to it. Inside, the cars are cooler, but the people (ordinarily smelly,unmannered and intolerable) now act like space heater-odorizers, reeking armpit-spawned declarations of uncleanness into the breezeless air.there is a big air-conditioner in the lobby of my building and when I come through the doors I usually pause and spread my arms out,trying to sanitize myself in the cool wind.
DEFTONES DEFTONES DEFTONES DEFTONES DEFTONES
had to get that out
the whole world is going crazy. I can't ride the subway, can barely walk out of my apartment without experiencing some new kind of horror each day. I can't fathom the people around me, can't understand them. I keep wondering what the fuck is going on, and why isn't anybody realizing it. People are becoming more and more fucked up. That's about the size of it. I am too, I am sure. It's this living on top of one another that's doing it. Piling people on top of people and all our humanity is being squished out. We aren't made to live like this, this never-ending migration to cities and the urbanizing of the suburbs and the suburbanizing of rural areas. I imagine people have been saying the same thing as this forever, that it's all wrong, that we can't continue like this, yet we do. Will it last forever? Will we figure out what to do about all that shit I hear about, over-population, shortages of natural resources, killer bees, starlings form england, nuclear power in the hands of religious zealots ?
The Indian symbol of the thunderbird is basically the same thing.
LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK, please. Rayge71@yahoo.com
It ain't over yet
