Following political tides – mesmerized by neglect of actual issues – playing to an audience of moaners (standard consumerist plights) – glossing over exploitation of
Category: Rants
Turn Off That Screen!
It’s a crapshoot – self-aggrandized, charity-loving, ostentatious celebrities polluting developing minds masking panic; collective agreements re-violating, prodding drive elaborate schemes to improve our living status personas
It’s Not That I Don’t See…
Somewhere, searchers are combing through rubble to find signs of life, or remains, while I fret over the size of my belly, bloated by excess,
Let Me Out Of Here!
Weighed down by complications – you see, the amount of baggage I carry surpasses my storage capacity; and despite attempts to simplify, paranoia tends to
Casting Call
Anticipation that life will one day recommence – as if a curtain will open and there I’ll be, sitting in the audience, hungrily waiting for
Intolerance
No longer tolerating highly processed, artificially sweetened offerings; am sickened by the whiteness of bleached presentations; bloat at the suggest of southern fried coatings, am
