and: the poetry thread

[Caprice]

the presentation of two jobs frustrates me in a subliminal way. yearning to leave away from this monotonous place i drink my coffee and wait for the want to subside. but when it doesn't. and you're lost in a dream, this fantasy dream, where the ideal of the 90's still exists in some parts of America, its hard pill to swallow knowing that we are that much further ahead in destroying our planet, in destroying ourselves.

culture changes
sometimes so fast your soul can't catch up.
it does though