(ifyoudontgetitthatsok)

Bait.
Something left for a stranger to find.
A post on some random internet dating site. A song playing out a car window. A loud bit of seemingly interesting conversation in a busy crowded bar.
I'm trendy as fuck and not even trying.
Does that mean I'm cool? Even through this eternal partisan bitching.
A static canvas to be painted and made full with numbers and signs.
Language has no meaning in this world of short speak text messaging and stars.
All of us greedy hipocrites lying all the while to get a ahead, to get laid, to get rich, to get respect.
Embelishing old stories like we remember them that way.
Still searching for a legacy?
like it really matters.
We should be able to see now that we've cut down all the trees.
Can we? Or were we blind always?
I can't reconcile myself and me. A miscounted bank deposit. The spelling and arithmatic is just fucked and its got female back up singers to lend it some sort of soul credability.
does it matter?
what really matters?
If I make it big doing anything will it sink in?
will it mean anything like I want it to.
Confusion seems the only norm.
Just in case I would like to lend a bit of contextual relavence to my own existance, my art if this can pass as such.
I don't care if I am unreadable, I do this for me not you.
I don't care if I can spell cause I can understand just fine,
even if my syntax is lacking and I'm just underacheving
I don't care if I tell the occasional bullshit story cause it's only you thats gonna call me on it.
Only to make yourself feel better wether you know it or choose to ignore it.
Right for the sake of being.
I don't care if I'm cliche your just strange for to be that way.
There is some beauty here in the suburbs and its a kind of zen you find only when your suffering.
Inches from where it is to be truly happy.
So fucking sick of what you have got.
You find it where you can and I understand that.
Be happy while you can angst is overrated and so is conflict.
I would much rather be watching the bats swarm in the last rays of the last day of the summer.
After the rain eveything feels new in some strange way.
Yes, even if it isn't.
Religon is fine unless your sticking it like a dick down my throat.
Beleive in what you want.
I simply belive that I inherently alredy understand what I need to know.
Not that I'm not down for learning.
This road is flying under my wheels.
Wether its a prophet or a saviour or buda or satan or krishna.
I'm much to busy to care, unlocking my own infinity.
Oh and one last thing...
If I ever made you angry by saying anything hat I have said.
It's OK I probably still love you anyways.
Even if you don't love me.
do your thing
Thats what make you beautiful and free.
Not the figures on your paycheck. Not the shirt on your back or the skirt that covers your legs, the car you drive or the guitar you play.
Baby this is divinity.
This is modern zen.
I don't need any teacher just myself.
If I amakward, ugly, crass, or just honest.
It's Ok with me because thats just who I am.

I'm cool with that.

I wouldn't give it up for anything.

That's freedom baby.

Thats modern divinity.