Escaped Wage Slave is on hold.
Writing once relieved my anguish, now it enhances it. I'm yelling into a void.
I'm terribly lonely, sad and depressed. I'll just remove myself further from the scene. I have nothing new to write. Perhaps I'll come back writing about fluffy clouds, singing birds and butterflies. But the clouds will be man-made, the birds won't be singing but complaining about the cell tower and all the butterflies will be dead.
There is no one in my life that doesn't have Stockholm Syndrome or happily tolerating their oppression. No one to talk to, all by myself... as the song goes. My disappointment in my fellow citizens is profound. They don't deserve my company. I wonder how they walk without a backbone.
I'll be cancelling the internet connection subscription and use the $80 a month to buy books. Real paper books. The amount of deceit and manipulation on the Web is greater than TV. People love it. I haven't been getting along with people since the advent of the Smart Phone. That device magnified gossip and robbed people of their personality. Do people have personality anymore? Mine isn't wanted.
It's time to cleanse the soul, ask forgiveness for my transgressions and work on forgiving those with such ignorance and arrogance. I sure hope the Second Coming happens because a comforting story is all I have to hang my hat on. My Going will happen soon, I will make it as natural and peaceful as I can unless I am violated by a needle. Then something will burn down and suicide-by-cop may be an option.
Thank you all for visiting my site.
Wes
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