everything is so ridiculous. the schemes. the inner workings. and all of this chatter, company and use. theres no time for anything but work these days.
were the horses and were pulling the plows. while somebody just rides along up top. not even knowing what is being done.
i feel like i could slash a million tires and smash a million windshields, and id still hate driving and id still hate cars. and id still hate drivers. which essentially means, ... i hate everyone.
its easy to be a misanthrop. its easy to turn away from everything, every opinion, every eye or ear or mouth. and just fade into yourself, where no one knows any better but to stop seeing you.
im conscious of how ridiculous this sounds. im aware of the fact that the insanity lies right within how easy it is to say so. all these days and all of these nights, so sleepless, dreaming about sleeping and sleeping all day to die.