I haven’t written a blog in about a lifetime or so, lately I haven’t had the same anger I had when I’dcome straight home and crow about gibberish until my brain felt elation, share it on whatever social media platform I loathe but seem to be in a looped cycle of whenever I’m on a laptop and hope someone likes it so I can feel justified in my opinion because seeking others validation is not only my forte its also my piano. (Good to know I can still write a convoluted and overly long sentence to screech in a new passage of shit penned by fingers that the world deem too small for an adult).
Whats the point Bosco? I don’t know pal. I don’t. I thought when I started writing this I’d fall into a funk and prattle ass forwards but I’m still fumble fucking my way through 8 sheets of fog in a broken wheelchair. Why are you so lost Simon? Why are you talking to yourself? Well to answer the second question first I don’t segway good or english well. First answer because I’m losing my ability to navigate my way around this world. Everything seems like the worst version of horrible out there and instead of global fires being put out, the flames just seems to spread cross continents until it envelopes this blue hackey sack. Cops killing innocent people, missiles being sent to family homes, animals tortured, politicians laughing at us as they pantomime a nightmare in fancy costumes with catch phrases to boot. The world genuinely seems to be apple crumbling and everyday it just nudges its way into the zeitgeist until its normalcy and we dance the gangam hand-in-hand into a mushroom cloud.
I used to think good was general and bad was acute. I was a dumb kid. I then thought people had good and bad in them but were generally proficient at keeping a muzzle on the negative for the most. I was a dumb teenager, but hopeful. Gradually over the years my grab a back pack tightly and suck in my cheeks level of optimism for this world diminished. It went dry a few times. Drying than my man pussy after I re-realise my sexual inadequacies. I was a morbid and realistic adult. HOWEVER, even though I begrudgingly club-foot my way through each week, I continue to meet people who are trying their best to be good. Volunteering, helping, nurturing, assisting, loving and caring. People who will give their time and effort so that those around them both immediately and in a worldly sense can benefit from it. People who haven’t become so inwardly focused that their live are just a gauntlet of accruing items and making things comfortable for your spewly. That’s the bump i need to get me to the next score. There are so many people who want change, who are on the side of the argument that wants the best outcome for all parties. Thats what keeps the struggle real in my mind. The masses of gorgeous and socially conscious earthlings stops the apple core under my hair from completely rotting. Until I stop meeting new people like this, Psy can get power fucked and that mushroom cloud is just a painting made to evoke whats not there.
I’m sorry I didn’t make a point or even attempt to make a joke. I just kind of felt like this was how I should spend the last 30 mins of my life. No one is reading this though so I think I’m covered Simon (yeah that’s right Im so sure of it’s anaemic readership I’m happy to let this mud pie of a blog descend into a conversation with myself for no ones benefit, including my own) OK my fingers hurt.
Simon Bosco - Comic 