Same Difference

Just as quickly as summer was birthed into the year of 2009, summer passed away into a book of history. I frowned upon summer just as a person frowns upon the thought of their beloved animal dying. In fact, the second summer had started for me…I felt as if a little piece of me had died… along with the pleasant weather. Summer came and went as slowly as paint takes to dry. As much as there were low points there were really few high points. A good friend flew in and out after a week of time was spent hanging around the 602. May 28 to September 9 has left a lot of dead time in my life. Really, I feel that way even though I lived the life like that life played out like a movie. The critics gave quick two-thumbs down. Ha, who’s to say I blame them. Destiny is well…still my Destiny. I can use that metaphor over and over and – oh how can I kid myself…it does get very old. She is the Kathy to my Regis, the Dre to my Eminem, and the ego to my Kanye. Basically we are one in the same these days. These days are unfulfilling to be completely honest. If honest was to be complete at least. At least I still do not have a job. No one wants to hire me. Well I honestly don’t want to work for them either…so it all pans out nicely. Panning is a quick span of life or a view of a beautiful landscape. Also my room. The clock that is digital reads 10:54, while the clock on this laptop reads 10:55. Which clock is telling the truth and which clock is lying to me? Who in my life is doing the same? What about who in yours? Oh well. Everyone is a liar deep down. While those lie deep down. Frick. Walk a mile in my shoes at least, I wear 14’s. You can’t fit your feet. Like Eminem I’ve had a Relapse. Not to bring back school and all its miseries…but the year started off exciting and now I have relapsed into a feeling of dread and embarrassment to say I walk amongst those I do. Music is slow also. Not the beats. Just my inspiration. Inspiration comes mildly these days I have found. I find inspiration lying under an instrumental here and there…and sometimes under a rock or a Town song. But other than that I am on my own. And my own is the way I am. Speaking of inspiration. I’ve been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose. Disney. Random. Wood. Character. Real boy. Not to steal a concept from the West. But I almost wish that sometimes I felt like a real boy. Not artificial like the world I am a product of. Who’s producing kids these days? Everyone. Stop producing artificial intelligence. It’s just a matter of opinion, and opinion does in fact matter. My opinion matters just as much as yours but at least I take the ten minutes to voice it instead of bottling it inside and throwing it into the ocean, hoping some little child in India will find that bottle, open it up, and actually care enough what is inside. Some of you need to send me a bottle. I care. For now at least.