As I paw at my eyes, and I contemplate successful people
... I'm wondering if I'll reach a point in my life where I won't mind that other people have
worked for what they have
achieved what they wanted
and made an impact.
I'm not thinking it was easy for them, I'd just like to have the time and the opportunity to do the same.
This thought is cut short by sleep deprivation.
And a lounging English Mastiff.
I just find it hard to believe?
No.
I resent
that to become a bestseller
you have to die of cancer
get on Oprah
Blog about someone else's book for a year.
I loathe Oprah... and unless I was cracking Freud and... actually blogging about it (who in gods name would read that?)
I just can't see myself winning the reality show that is this post-post-modernist world.
Also
Fuck Post-Modernism.
... It had been a while since I had said that.
We've needed a new movement, a new art, a new rhetoric, a new critique for many years...
For as long as I could argue.
I'm hoping to fill out some paperwork, hopefully get accepted/denied unemployment expeditiously
and then I hope to crack some books.
Seriously. I hate this culture. I may have just been born in the wrong time zone
One would argue that I was born in the wrong eon.
Where's the rhetorical granola? We need a movement.