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going to California
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Been looking forward to it, just as I was the first time I went there, even though then I was much poorer then and had no clear plan whatsoever. I don't mind the gays, and even the crack dealers in SF have their own brand of class. My first encounter with them was outside the main park downtown-I was wandering along with my giant backpack and about 4 of them swarmed around me and put a huge 8-ball right in my hand. They were talking so fast it was hard for me to explain that I didn't want it, but when I finally got the point across, they were like "What? Really?" and then commended me for not being a crackhead. Oh, and boy can those SF niggers rant- but it is a good thing for any democratic citizenry to be idling about on the streets talking politics or philosophy. It would be nice to finally be going back to this other home after all these years, and no doubt the niggers will be wondering what took me so long, and why I had to leave in the first place.
The thing that took me so long was really a twofold process: it was realizing that the oppressive plutocratic system had to first be beaten before I could be free from the slavery of work. So I won't be working for other people anymore; I won't be helping to build the dreams and houses of other people. I will never again submit myself to the degradation and humiliation of wage-based slavery-and in my opinion about 99% of the working population of the world today are in fact slaves; sure, some of them are rich, but they're all slaves nonetheless.
My mother's biggest mistake in raising me was attaching religious/ethical values to one's material wealth. When I was an adolescent, too young and dumb to see what her error was, I couldn't understand the source of her tyrannical attitude, and so my only refuge was by making myself the anti- of all that she was. But now I see that the root of her ignorance was nothing more than a shallow Money God.
I appreciate planet Earth for the entirety of its non-humanity. Everything that is untainted by human perception, words, or actions is beautiful. Everything else is mediocre.
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