complacency

those tell-tale signs of the impending, we feel it in the knuckles and the knees. feel it in the way the spine shudders after a long night of night terrors and thrashing. the listless air hangs around the patterned walls of classrooms and work stations. what's going to happen? they scream from their broken rocking chairs. when is god coming? they cry from the grounds with their broken bibles. who will save us? they lament with their broken teeth. fastidious, they watch the towns burn from the ground up while throwing flint and gasoline over the ambers. thrive. rain dance. toss papers and names into the churning miasmas that lurk above the asphalt. tell-tale signs of the impending nothing. they'll get old and we'll get old and the horizon will be stagnant and unchanged. the inland empire savages haven't changed. 

or maybe the those are the tell tale signs of a twenty-two year old with a two year hangover and writers block. it's hard to fight off stasis when nothing was really accomplished.

i think i'm going to close this blog at twenty three. i've got bored of being an inland empire savage.