good zack

she said

vaguely

(through pretexts)

that i don’t understand the pain of class

.

.

she is a snob

.

.

through my life hearing my father being repeatedly fucked by people he was working for

he worked a hard job

he poured cold slop

(sand water lime (that burns your skin) and rocks)

and worked it into something smooth and perfect

the least likely combination for it

it is heavy and hurts your back and it is demeaning being in the cold slop

today

i was hurt

and i blogged about it

and i will never understand

and that

was the easiest thing

i have been blessed

i can place my own subjective reality

onto the subjective reality of others

i can realize what i do and do not want as somebody else

i realize that others may or may not want something

i realize that others don’t know what they might want

when

you are still a child

you just reach out and grab what you want

then you grow up

and you realize you have to consider others

i mean

i just don’t want anybody to get hurt

i don’t want to hurt anybody

just like i don’t want to get hurt by anybody else

today

- a snot nosed anarchist youth decided she didn’t want my help in making a peaceful classless society

- i don’t know if folk punk is for me anymore, because

- instead of feeling camaraderie with, i feel freaked out by

- anarchists

- they hate me i’m sure. they really hate obama and freedom