Tuesday, November 30, 2010

The last writing of the twisted generation.

"Shit! Sorry, we fucked up, there is nothing else I can say. How the leak happened I don't know, but its too widespread for us to contain. We are just going to have to ride this generation out and hope they bump each other off. Fuck! We need to put some upstanding citizens on ice to repopulate this place when its gone. Ring Nixon, see what he is up too. And Barbara Bush. We will need to bring some moral fibre back into this world!" - Scientist number 235.

Thats right boys and girls our generation was one big contained social experiment that broke free. Whilst the aim of the original experiment was unknown, I have it on good authority that we were bread in the dying moments of the free world. If one was to take a guess at the aim, one might assume "How to rid the world of the undesirables in the quietest way possible." I know what you are thinking, but here me out.

We are far to technologically advanced for "shadow operations" removing the people we don't like any more, I mean we have Hi-Def Cell phone camera's for fucks sake. The most efficient way would be for us to remove each other, slowly but surely over a period of time. I assume the way the original meeting went down was, "Ok, here is what we can do, lets give them something to be angry about, and loads of pharmaceuticals. Then, over one or two generations, they will become mush, so we can control them, or (this being the preferable outcome), they will bump themselves off over their trumped up causes! Its foolproof!"

The kids of tomorrow raised by the kids of today, instilling the values that you're only 50 bucks away from recovery, (assuming of course that not all of your veins have collapsed.) In my travels I met a child. He looked no older than twelve and acted no older than seven. His real age was unknown, however he had claimed to have tried nearly all of the mind bending drugs known to man. At first I was doubtful, but the descriptions he gave of each experience were so deeply personal and intricate that they could only have come from first hand experience. I got the vibe of accomplishment from him, which to this day I can't comprehend why, out of all the feelings he had, that was the one he held dear. The pride in his voice was unmistakable.

But fuck it, they've got the kids now, it won't be long before this drivel your writing will be in the textbooks, an example of the writings of the twisted generation for all the little Nixon's to read. What a wonderful thought.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Writers Block.

Fucking hell. I can't do it, I can't write. I am suffering from an acute case of writers block. I have had a lot to say, but little means to express it. As to why I am not sure. I believe it may have something to do with the amount of change in my life. Since my last real post I have done a great many things, but chief among them I have moved out of home.

Welcome to independence old chap! It is a wonderful feeling. I have the freedom to be who I want to be, In my own space on my own terms. I have not experienced a greater feeling than this ever. Grand as it may be however, it does come with its own set of, (not entirely unforeseeable) problems. Chief among them being money. Until you have to make it on your own, you don't actually realise how expensive things are. Sure, rent is cheap enough, but its the things that you don't factor in that make life difficult. How much do you think you would spend on food per week? OK, double that and now your in the right ballpark.

So shits expensive, but at least I am working right? Wrong. Due to circumstances beyond my control, my employment was ceased, leaving me stranded, with little to no savings, in a bit of a pickle. Suddenly unemployed, with mounting debt and rent to pay leaves you feeling pretty scared let me tell you.

I believe its these things that have lead to having a lobotomy on the creative part of my brain. Hopefully fixing these problems will allow it to rejuvenate naturally. Or else I am really fucked ey?

-Switch