The poor man’s Paradigm

So what has happened to me?
The blogs been running a few years now,things have gotten better for me but worse for any chance of opportunity, frankly things have gotten insane!
JOB: I did till i got my flat I moved too far away. i see my kids now loads none of it is on my terms in any way  though really i have to bite my tongue and be walked over, because its far more important to see my kids than it is to worry about starving myself through the week. Yes i suffer but to think of the complete bottom i had hit when they were absent from my life, makes it all worth it. its just a shame ive tried so hard to get a job but nothing is out there, so rather than look at the intrinsic problem of the state of the economy, it is easier to just call me a scrounger…seriously?

Fuck you mr  politician, you’re the biggest fucking scroungers out there. With your expenses bills of luxury breakfasts, multiple houses, spouses taken on as secretaries, back handers from lobbyists able to set the agenda: which usually involves some form of government contract. Who the fuck are you to call poor people scroungers? People have been so segregated so hopelessly tied up in this stupid debt based economy that its easier to look down than it is up. Its easier to think those less fortunate are getting some kind of easy ride. David cameron said we’re all in this together, he wasnt talking about digging in deep with us, he was talking about how him and his croneys were going to rob all the money off the people and asset strip the country. Yeah everyone these days seem to be a fucking hypocrite, because i speak my mind and wont fall into the conformities expected of me i can probably be stereotyped 30 times over, in a manner that will suit them..not me. My government aint no god , they are self serving back slapping  money screwing  Lizards with no morals and no right over me; Listen to Larken Rose:

So anyway I figure to myself you know what im gonna start my own business up. That was back in march. i wanted to go self employed as a writer. Releasing chapters monthly begging and borrowing but not stealing, i dont like to steal. This is where the problems really lay. For someone like me with an ounce of creativity, a spark of an idea I would need thousands to start up. It should be simple really great idea go self employed..go for it.

When i do this i get told ‘computer says No!’, and why? Because its way more important to fill shelves in fucking tesco, far more fulfilling doing some generic 9-5 than writing, or anything which is self satisfying. In the meantime we are sent on the most inanely boring jobsearches taken away from our real life and cast in stone as sheep. Not anymore!

With food prices rocketing and actual living wage staying stagnant it is now impossible to get by week by week without. whether you work or not. Just the day to day expenditure we are needing just to get through swallows any of our promissory note right up. The vultures of government have in just 3 years removed all reasons for me to have a government..so now i say kindly fuck off, and leave us alone!

Slavery

Stand still slave, you can no longer rave

or walk in a group

‘just drink your fucking soup You jobless worthless piece of mindless poop’

Work sleep watch tv blame the different groups but dont blame me.’

medicate, dictate, separate, complicate

keep the sheeple forever fearing,

just a little social engineering.

 

its difficult t…

its difficult to conceive how i could ever achieve the kind of love you want from me, guess ill just be plain old me.
And days are nights and nights are days a camera through the summer haze, a picture that can amaze, cos you belong to me.
I could spend eternity explaining what you mean to me but best way to let you see, is not so far from thee, a candid thought, a token gesture, many things that could suggest ya, guess the best thing is the picture in my heart and me.

its difficult t…

its difficult to conceive how i could ever achieve the kind of love you want from me, guess ill just be plain old me.
And days are nights and nights are days a camera through the summer haze, a picture that can amaze, cos you belong to me.
I could spend eternity explaining what you mean to me but best way to let you see, is not so far from thee, a candid thought, a token gesture, many things that could suggest ya, guess the best thing is the picture in my heart and me.