interstellar

we're the fucked youth of today. yesterdays problems - stand in our way. no way to turn ourselves around. they've helped dumb us down - we're all sleeping on the couch at our mother's house. unemployed, wasted, and nearly stupid, we cant seem to make up for their past, present, or our future. seniority and their high standards for the way we should live, when they themselves couldnt make it through college. these degrees are used to make sure none of the rest of us live well. we're all scrounging change for lotto tickets, as we live through this realistic "hell". the money i work for seems to fall from the loose seams in my old, aging, dirty, unflattering jeans. but understand, my life would be no different if i had a high paying job - if i wasnt a bum, if i wasnt a slob - i'd still be hateful and overly unhappy! and before you get angry at the guy you step on when he asks for a dime, just know we can all be put in his place at anytime of our lives - you could be fired tomorrow - claiming a check, impatiantly waiting in the unemployment line. dont we all expect to live with higher expectations - but that just comes from living in a "beautiful" nation. with the notion that everything and anything is possible to achieve, just accept the fact that whatever your dream - it has its fees - what, do you believe your freedom is free? payment please, if you wish to succeed! anymore the only thing thats technically free would be not abandoning the imagination i carry with me, but with technology comes more strength - wheres my serial number?!? identity? my feelings? and my hate to an extent? you'd figure the freakin' fingerprint was designed specifically for the government. when im walking the streets of san fransisco, is it really a necessity to pay a quarter before i can "go"? i feel like my hand should be raised in strain until i can get up and go, like back in the day of sixth grade junior high school. someone throw me into my early grave, i'll want somewhere to rest this head after being finally beaten into submission-dead. i find i realized after all is finalized and said, when im ending this finished transaction, grabbing into my pocket and wallet - finding nothing instead - this seems to be fantastic, i cant even afford to be thrown into my own black, tragic, casket... we're the wasted, screwed, youth of today, barely getting by on impractical minumum wage!