August 21, midnight
(In my back yard)
First day at a new job I've done too damn often just to fucking pay
rent
makes me think
about a flaw with Ayn Rand,
how can there be cheating, or theft, or worth, or value
when there aren't any rules?
Plus, she saved
John Gualt
when by her
philosophy,
he shoulda died.
I guess escaping communism makes one a little bitter.
I guess I need a nap
after putting
on the dignity of the forced underclass.
but it still
gets me that out of six people standing around
(five of which
are Latino, the other is me)
99% of all Texans
who want to ask a question walk straight up to me.
If there is anywhere on the face of earth that is ripe for divine retribution
it is Texas.
August 21, noon
(Skipped due to the fact that I called my sister because it's her birthday
and we ended up talking for quite some time and then I looked at the clock
and, well, oops)
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