Excuses are like assholes—
we all got ‘em;
they all stink.
Maybe, I’m just an excuse (asshole)
I hate my desk job;
it’s why I now sag
and chafe
and
jiggle…
I’ll start working out to
work on
that
tomorrow
or next week
when
this
rain breaks—
or in the Fall
when
this heat breaks—
or when i have more time
and I’ll get to
your email when
I’m
not so tired
But I’m tired
tired of
being a sloth.
We are a planet on cutting edge science—
yet our
education system (in the states)
gets dumber every year?
Bill Johnson just got 44 million—
but there’s
kids starving in
North Carolina?
Sometimes, I look around
and it’s all
too much
too big
too fucked—
and that’s just another excuse.
So,
what’s the
solution?
Strike
Anywhere
I sent this from my Blackberry, excuse any typos. Excuse.
