Brain-dead ramblings of an alcoholic who doesn’t drink

I have a throbbing headache.

Pea dust and moronic thought patterns gradually kill all intelligence to speak of.

The world is so goddamn easy to figure out.

And yet, with an understanding of the nature of humanity, I still struggle to listen to the voice that makes the most sense.

As though there is something to learn through human suffrage.

Suffrage that exists on the basis of trying to figure out matters that will do nothing in furthering my own existence, or increase my will to live.

It's like what that line in the famous Eagles song suggests;

Us all being prisoners of our own device.

If you take a step back and observe everything from a distance, then it is undeniable that the world is separated.

Separated, that is, by two different types of people.

Those who seek freedom, and those who seek control.

That is why everyone is constantly at odds.

Because the individuals who desire nothing more then to be free will always manage to cross paths with those who want nothing more then to take that freedom away.

Mandela knew this.

So did Muhammad Ali.

And Martin Luther King Jr.,

he gave a famous speech about standing up against this.

For all the racists out there.

Being those who cringe upon being reminded about the existence of African Americans.

I apologize for mentioning three black men in repetition of one another as examples of men who retaliated against human suffrage.

I just read a play by August Wilson and thought the motherfucker had some mad skills when it came to play-writing.

Or, in the words of Denzel Washington through the character he portrayed in Training Day wound say...

"August Wilson... My Nigger!"