I’m an artist, not a beggar. I don’t get it, I barely make enough to get by. I can’t complain I suppose, since I eat everyday and rarely starve. I can always find cigarettes and somehow I can always afford booze. I have a lot of stories to tell but I seldom feel the inspiration to write. I’m a free and independent Human Being. I don’t have to be the cleanest or the crustiest. I don’t have to dress like a businessman or a punk. I don’t have to smell like piss or roses. I don’t have to be sober or an alcoholic. I don’t have to have money. I didn’t agree to being assigned to any segregation, whether that should pertain to my breed or country.
Of the Earth’s 150,000,000 km2 of land, I was born in a distinct country on a mass of land we call North America. Without Human distinction North America has a surface area of about 24,709,000 km2. With Man made borders, the land I was born into has an area of 9,826,675 km2. I am not recognized by the lands governing system to have any claim to it. The federal government owns 30% of the land of the free, that’s 2,948,002 km2. The land of the free incarcerates more of it’s citizens, both generally and per capita, than any other country on Earth. That’s called Irony. I am a citizen of this country they call the United States of America. Yet we the people cannot sleep here without permit or payment. If WE THE PEOPLE of the United States of America, do sleep on this land without proper authorization we may very well be detained by strange people who are given a salary and authority to subject us to incarceration. We must either respect their authority or face cruel and unusual punishment.
I was born and given a name, a representative identity for the purpose of communication; Jamie Ryan Troutman. This is Human. I was born and given nine digit serial number, a code for the purpose of identifying, tracking, and recording me in the event of my miscreant failure to obey authority; ***-**-****. This is Dystopian. I was born and shortly thereafter deprived of my freedom and Humanity. I was fed chemically extracted carbohydrates. I was born into an establishment ruled by powerful, violent, intelligent creatures. I was born. I will die. I am not me, I am a culmination of everything I have ever known. I’m not unique, only observant. Bringing my thoughts into existence is the only thing that makes me truly happy, whether it be writing poetry or giving a woman an orgasm. God is the ability to create, to manifest Ideas into existence. Nothing more, nothing less. We are then We are not. I don’t hate people for having things that I don’t have, that’s unkind, greedy and will only serve to cause myself harm. Hatred will surely procure my misfortune. Kindness is the way to freedom. Humor will make this world yours. Money as an idea is not evil. hording the physical manifestation of the representation of the idea of money is evil. I am home-free. I have begged for money. When you beg for money long enough you start seeing people with a dollar sign above their head. That is not noble. Good things come of work and contemplation. One should not regret anything.
For the philosophical Idealist, everything seems to happen for a reason.
For the philosophical materialist, it seems we can always find a reason for the things that happen.
White Hawk Glides Through Fog 