Hilary: do you live here in the city?
Johnathan: I live and work in Troy.
Hilary: Sounds great: Living the dream...
Johnathan: Actually I have been kind of depressed lately.
Hilary (empathetically): Yeah. You live in the center of nowhere. Plus, you have the spiritual malaise because you know you are a tool of the man.
Johnathan: Acutally I'm pretty much in a good place with that. The problem is that I just got diagnosed with hypoglycemia.
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Hey, why wouldn't I be okay with being a tool of the man living in Troy? The man pays well and Troy is low on cockroaches and burglaries.
Look at the picture, Jonathan. Look at the fucking picture. :>
(hey, is there an actual picture of you I can put on this blog?)
So are you saying I'm climbing a staircase to nowhere? Because I'm not working that hard, so I think it's more of an escalator. Besides, it's about the journey, and not the destination, right? Or something else just as cliche.
And no, the last time I can remember having my picture taken was my senior picture in high school. I don't have a copy of that, or a scanner for that matter, so I can't help you. But doesn't being faceless help support the image of me being a soulless drone working for the man?
Absolutely: Your image was eaten by the soul-eaters. You have no reflection. :>
Ps: Welcome home.
Welcome home? I'm afraid you lost me. Unless you're spying on me or something. But that would require you come to the center of nowhere.
WILLING TO FIGHT
the windows of my soul
are made of one way glass
don't bother looking into my eyes
if there's something you want to know,
just ask
i got a dead bolt stroll
where i'm going is clear
i won't wait for you to wonder
i'll just tell you why i'm here
'cause i know the biggest crime
is just to throw up your hands
say
this has nothing to do with me
i just want to live as comfortably as i can
you got to look outside your eyes
you got to think outside your brain
you got to walk outside your life
to where the neighborhood changes
tell me who is your boogieman
that's who i will be
you don't have to like me for who i am
but we'll see what you're made of
by what you make of me
i think that it's absurd
that you think i
am the derelict daughter
i fight fire with words
words are hotter than flames
words are wetter than water
i got friends all over this country
i got friends in other countries too
i got friends i haven't met yet
i got friends i never knew
i got lovers whose eyes
i've only seen at a glance
i got strangers for great grandchildren
i got strangers for ancestors
i was a long time coming
i'll be a long time gone
you've got your whole life to do something
and that's not very long
so why don't you give me a call
when you're willing to fight
for what you think is real
for what you think is right
Thank you Ani...
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