You ever just sit and wonder what the hell am I doing with my life? Working most days at a job that sucks with a boss who is a total buzzkill. Trying not to just quit everything and lay in bed until you get kicked out of your house. Try to sum up the pros and cons of being homeless, just the daydream of being jobless. God forbid society becoming more efficient.. Or how about better. Progressive is a word that got shoveled into a grave in the industrial revolution. I could rant on about the perils of capitalism and being a slave to society but i’m sure there's enough material out there already. This is just an excerpt of poems that were deep rooted emotions of a deprived mentally

unstable tax paying work zombie. Each poem came flying out of my soul when it was at the level of sheer tragedy. Shitty bosses to just really bad coworkers to just bad days being broke. Or coping with the fact you have to see the same road and the same time and the same building day after day after day. God forbid we behave like humans for once. We are a part of this poorly built machine and the gears are slowly dying, hopefully we can all figure out how to fix it before it's too late.

Be strong my friends and win the battle over your personal demons so we can enjoy life a little bit more.

J’ai perdu la joie de la destruction

Alors, commence la construction.

No one will do it for you.

The feeling of time slipping away is the realest it's ever

been. If I don't act now it'll be too late.

Sands of time can't slip through your fingers if you

don't have any.

I must produce and be creative, work hard and leave a

mark.

Steady pace

Too fast and you'll burn out

Too slow and you'll miss out

When your dreams pass by

Hindsight is always a bit blurry

The moment became clear

Until the new one arrives

You don't have to be happy to

Smile

The tragedy of my mind is that I'm an addict. Aren't we all.

Being addicted to something doesn't mean it's addicting, it means that you love it. It's your best friend. Sneaking into closets to make love to it. The definition of addiction is a compulsive physiological need for a habit forming substance. A synonym for addiction is dependency. It's the only thing walking my ass, back and forth to the kitchen and back for a chocolate chip.

Inhale….. Smoke trails are endless and short of breath. cough*

What would life be like, if we could break our bad habits?