This country is not for old people, Avril Lavigne told me so

September 15, 2007 - Saturday

That beezy Avril Lavigne
Damn her.
I woke up early for a Saturday morning and came downstairs to turn on the telly. I'm really DIGGing my new harman/kardon surround sound. Vh1 sounds like fun...
Then this damn child's video comes on and I :: CRY!
how on Earth is that possible? A little pop star made ME cry! I mean all she had to do was put grandpa in her video crying over the loss of grandma.

this country is not for old people

my dear Italian friend tells me all the time. He worries about growing old here. Noone cares for the elderly. Society is made for and only embraces youth. Alone. Unappreciated. Hurting. Body deteriorating and the respect of those you built a world for waning. Yelled at because your mind won't work quickly enough in the grocery line. Abused. Embarrassed at your conscious state being reduced to wearing diapers again. Boring the teens and twenties with your stories, yet you put yourself through it anyways because you need the human contact.

My biggest fear is being alone when I'm in that lonely world of old age.
All I can hope for is a partner by my side.
And Avril showed me today that even that can be taken away....

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Art :: Life

September 8, 2007 - Saturday
Art :: Life

I want so many things
I need so little
Like so many others
I need to pause
to evaluate and differentiate

All my needs
sustain me until my end
And in the end

All my wants
Pleasure and satisfy
Like a drug in the now

I'm told to take what I need
and strive for what I want
But somewhere along the way, my lines got crossed
I can't seem to figure out
How taking what I need
does not equal getting what I want

Maybe I'm just that simple.
Maybe all I want is all I need
Is there a difference?

Or possibly I'm just that selfish
I take what I want
paying no heed to the waste beyond my needs

I don't want anything in my life I have not earned
But I need it
Blood
Water
Air
Love
What have I earned of these, if anything?
How pretentious to assume I have
How sophomoric to believe I have not

It's tough being a philosopher
an artist
an accountant

I reconcile
yet I'm abstact

Logic rules
within my ambiguity

And all that's left is me

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