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Monday, January 10, 2005
At Least Sex is Still Free...
...well, for some of us.
Here I go again.
I have spent the day in rapidly increasing confusion. Money suddenly seems to be at the centre of my life and I cant really do much but follow the suddenly explosive trend of blaming the man.
Despite being a paradise to people who think driving a sports car down Miami Beach with formulaic music blaring is the opposite of obnoxious and ostentatious, this is a worthless society whose only cultural achievements come from the people who are too appalled and/or economically frustrated/incapable of participating in it as good little consumers. True, we are all consumers but this is arguably because we have to be and not because, like the guy in the sweet ride, we choose to be. I dont value money, I value freedom, and any society that blurs the lines between these things is truly sick.
I cannot practice my trade because the cost of living in this city requires that I work until I am literally exhausted. It could be the specific job I suppose. This is why I quit today. I woke up this morning with an enormous amount of rage building up inside of me. The thought of going to that place again made me feel so sick and miserable I thought I was going to throw up. I feel completely helpless, but things have a way of working themselves out. I am taking a huge risk and maybe (just maybe) I will get kicked out next month for not paying my rent but it isnt like I live in the third world and it isnt like Im not a whiny little brat with relatively wealthy parents, so why worry? The risk is worth more to me than my own house, and so is my sanity. The things we seemingly cant live without are only things.
The irony of all of this is that if I cant pay my phone bill one month I get penalized through an additional fee. Yet, at the same time, my old landlord can rent me a house full of asbestos and not be penalized whatsoever. Hes a businessman and apparently those people are worth more than us mere artists. Art is not important until the artist is dead and the subject matter is kosher enough for an executive flat. I dont think most people who live in this city realize the vapidity of the situation when it comes to affordable housing.
I dont live below the poverty line and yet I can barely afford my bills every month. What about those who work full time at McDonalds? At the same time, I was paying a ridiculous amount of money to live in a run down house that was making me sick. My landlord wouldnt even fix my goddamn window. Where the fuck is the justice? You shitheads told me that if I was a good citizen, got a job, paid my taxes, I wouldnt have to live this way. Ive never even collected unemployment insurance so where is your capitalist justice?
Here I go again.
I have spent the day in rapidly increasing confusion. Money suddenly seems to be at the centre of my life and I cant really do much but follow the suddenly explosive trend of blaming the man.
Despite being a paradise to people who think driving a sports car down Miami Beach with formulaic music blaring is the opposite of obnoxious and ostentatious, this is a worthless society whose only cultural achievements come from the people who are too appalled and/or economically frustrated/incapable of participating in it as good little consumers. True, we are all consumers but this is arguably because we have to be and not because, like the guy in the sweet ride, we choose to be. I dont value money, I value freedom, and any society that blurs the lines between these things is truly sick.
I cannot practice my trade because the cost of living in this city requires that I work until I am literally exhausted. It could be the specific job I suppose. This is why I quit today. I woke up this morning with an enormous amount of rage building up inside of me. The thought of going to that place again made me feel so sick and miserable I thought I was going to throw up. I feel completely helpless, but things have a way of working themselves out. I am taking a huge risk and maybe (just maybe) I will get kicked out next month for not paying my rent but it isnt like I live in the third world and it isnt like Im not a whiny little brat with relatively wealthy parents, so why worry? The risk is worth more to me than my own house, and so is my sanity. The things we seemingly cant live without are only things.
The irony of all of this is that if I cant pay my phone bill one month I get penalized through an additional fee. Yet, at the same time, my old landlord can rent me a house full of asbestos and not be penalized whatsoever. Hes a businessman and apparently those people are worth more than us mere artists. Art is not important until the artist is dead and the subject matter is kosher enough for an executive flat. I dont think most people who live in this city realize the vapidity of the situation when it comes to affordable housing.
I dont live below the poverty line and yet I can barely afford my bills every month. What about those who work full time at McDonalds? At the same time, I was paying a ridiculous amount of money to live in a run down house that was making me sick. My landlord wouldnt even fix my goddamn window. Where the fuck is the justice? You shitheads told me that if I was a good citizen, got a job, paid my taxes, I wouldnt have to live this way. Ive never even collected unemployment insurance so where is your capitalist justice?
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