I enjoy the movies
In them people spend time
With each other

It's not like my life
My life
Is spent mostly alone

I don't think
They would hire me
For full time
Anyhow

I'm too "out there"

You know
It's going to be terrible
Terrible, terrible

Drones
Foreign troops
Food shortages

And crying
Won't do you
Any good

Why couldn't I have
Been "normal"
Whatever that is

I refuse to see my doctor
For my yearly physical

Doctor is for sick people

I "work" part time
Or whatever it's called

Money is the root
Of all evil

Stay far away
Far far away
From everyone

Better that way

Not like I ever got
To go out to a bar
And meet a pretty woman

My life isn't
A fu** movie

What am I
Who am I
What is this earth?

I find it strange that
I occupy one time
And one place

Why this house?
I don't know

I can only live my life
Not the lives of others

Maybe it is
Just a big matrix

All predetermined

One day you'll see
How mean people
Can be

No water or food
Has put them
In a bad mood

I hope they keep the gym open
In an emergency
I like it there

Same Same Same
It's really all the same

I don't think I will park
In the underground lot tomorrow
Too risky

Don''t want my car trapped in there
In case of an emergency

Pills. Pills, and more pills
These people I live with
Are pathetic

If they had a legitimate
Reason to take them
I would understand

But they just take them
Because they want to
Be medicated I guess?

I wonder when everything will
Go wrong
Things always go wrong
In history

Your freedom, prosperity
Three meals a day
Etc, etc
Is no guarantee

I'll take my chances
In the mountains
I suppose

If I had any money
I would buy a shovel
And more emergency food

Multiple locations to stay for
A few days
With supplies there

The drones
Maybe they will be coming
And the occupying forces

Let me tell you they will
Kick you right out
Try to make you leave your own home

I won't leave
I'll stay here
And there are those
Monastery grounds

What's really the point
Of human existence

Maybe I'll spend
All of it alone
Haha
Wouldn't that be funny
I halfway expect to

How does the song go
"Nice guys finish last"
Or something like that?  

Well the last shall be first
And the first shall be last

Only a few days
Before all the food
In the fridge goes bad

Stay out of those
Lowlands
Lowlands are badlands

Just saw an Arabian man
Run across the street with a weapon
In downtown San Diego
On the news

I won't be surprised
If there is a terrorist attack
In America

If not a terrorist attack
Than an EMP attack
Or a nuclear bomb

And you think your bank account
Is secure
That you have access to that money there
You could only get probably one tenth of it
One tenth of it is what
The bank actually has

Save that floss
Hold on to every last piece
Of floss

Dentists will be shut down

Who is this guy
Just walked in

That's the lousy thing
About living here
Always some person
That you don't know

"Just dropping in"

Hope he leaves soon
Whoever he is

These people are so clueless
As to the dangerous times
They live in

They're good people
And I care about them
But they are obnoxious
Obnoxious to live with

What if all of life
Was just forgettable?
Well there were certain moments
At least

I had some friends
And I try to do what's right
And be a kind person

I spent some time
WIth fellow park dwellers

Listen to them blabbing out there
Blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah
Get out of here guy

Whoever you are
I wish you well
But I wasn't informed about you
Just stopping by

The world is not
A trustworthy place

People think
Their money will
Save them

Sorry
Think again

It will be like the old days
When what you can
Put your hands on
Is what you own

If I can just store up enough
Canned foods
To make it to
The holy city
The one that has been prepared

The one that was spoken of
In her prophetic dream

Why is life
So monotonous
And boring?

Am I Neo?
That's why the therapist
Played her little game

I was getting on
To the big sceheme
Hehehe

They don't like
Me knowing

I told her there was something missing
She said oh, "You shouldn't feel like that"
Heheheh
Because she wanted me to be
Like one of the automatons
Thought she could just
Plug me into the machine

I saw on the porch
Watched her pull up
In her car one day
She prayed to her "higher power"
Phony liar

No Christian at all
Wouldn't even say the name
Of Jesus

I want to believe her
But I don't think
She would ever sell
Her possessions
Or give up
Her stylish life

To follow Jesus

She was a great person though
Kind to me
Fairly kind

I don't know
Any women now

I'm a full time
Part time worker

Relationships
Are for the movies
That's why I'm typing
On this machine

Hoping someone will read
And like
This random
Stream of consciousness poem