saturday.
what the hell happened to saturdays? people either forfeit them in hangovers from their escapism from the night before, or prepare to ignore reality for one more night. then they all climb into bed early in the morning, just soon enough to miss all the church broadcasts on cable television, so they don't feel guilty about ignoring their roots. Fuck religion, fuck worship. But is Jack Daniels your god? Are you praying to Jagermeister in hopes of success in your new job? Are the words Lysergic acid diethylamide hold holy properties in your mind? I once heard a person describe the bar as a church, open seven days a week, providing you with delusions of granduer and a sense of security. The pushers and bartenders are the new Priests on soapboxs selling religion by the ounce. Are you so disconnected you can it for what it truly is? Or do you let the altered state of mind give you a sense of superiority over those on their knees in the pews of a church? It's all vague bullshit. Nothing's truly promised. You aren't necessarily going to some fucking cloudy heaven because you pray, any more than you aren't necessarily going to get laid because you drink. Fuck meatmarkets.
Fuck night clubs.
Give me my god damn saturday back.
Fuck this, i need a drink.
(i had to edit the following in, because i thought it was kind of funny)
what the hell happened to saturdays? people either forfeit them in hangovers from their escapism from the night before, or prepare to ignore reality for one more night. then they all climb into bed early in the morning, just soon enough to miss all the church broadcasts on cable television, so they don't feel guilty about ignoring their roots. Fuck religion, fuck worship. But is Jack Daniels your god? Are you praying to Jagermeister in hopes of success in your new job? Are the words Lysergic acid diethylamide hold holy properties in your mind? I once heard a person describe the bar as a church, open seven days a week, providing you with delusions of granduer and a sense of security. The pushers and bartenders are the new Priests on soapboxs selling religion by the ounce. Are you so disconnected you can it for what it truly is? Or do you let the altered state of mind give you a sense of superiority over those on their knees in the pews of a church? It's all vague bullshit. Nothing's truly promised. You aren't necessarily going to some fucking cloudy heaven because you pray, any more than you aren't necessarily going to get laid because you drink. Fuck meatmarkets.
Fuck night clubs.
Give me my god damn saturday back.
Fuck this, i need a drink.
(i had to edit the following in, because i thought it was kind of funny)