The Crash
December 03, 2015
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No, non that variety of crash. The post service race flavor crash. The "after all the awards are handed out, sponsors thanked, victory speeches given together with you lot are left lonely amongst $3 worth of plastic signifying your accomplishments that no i exterior of mayhap 3 other people on globe give a shit about" crash.
The days are shorter, moving together with therefore chop-chop into darkness together with it's wall to wall vacation mayhem consumerism everywhere you lot plough amongst the alone apparent message that if you lot genuinely dear someone, you lot ameliorate become into debt to larn them something shiny they don't need. Soon nosotros volition score the passing of some other twelvemonth together with those trophies together with #1 plates volition hateful fifty-fifty less, because the idiots volition live lining upward to accept them from you, together with if your caput isn't inwards it, if your pump isn't inwards it, you lot are going to larn beat. Or hurt. Or dead.
So you lot soul search on those restlessly damp nights that brand all the former injuries ache, an e'er introduce reminder of dues paid, each scar a brilliant receipt. And you lot wonder how much you lot mightiness possess got left to pay, because no i gets a gratis ride, ever. And you lot wonder if it is notwithstanding inwards you. And you lot pray for some sort of cattle prod inwards the arse to stupor you lot out of the funk, because race flavor is a long agency off together with you lot certain every bit shit aren't getting whatever younger. Ho ho ho.
The days are shorter, moving together with therefore chop-chop into darkness together with it's wall to wall vacation mayhem consumerism everywhere you lot plough amongst the alone apparent message that if you lot genuinely dear someone, you lot ameliorate become into debt to larn them something shiny they don't need. Soon nosotros volition score the passing of some other twelvemonth together with those trophies together with #1 plates volition hateful fifty-fifty less, because the idiots volition live lining upward to accept them from you, together with if your caput isn't inwards it, if your pump isn't inwards it, you lot are going to larn beat. Or hurt. Or dead.
So you lot soul search on those restlessly damp nights that brand all the former injuries ache, an e'er introduce reminder of dues paid, each scar a brilliant receipt. And you lot wonder how much you lot mightiness possess got left to pay, because no i gets a gratis ride, ever. And you lot wonder if it is notwithstanding inwards you. And you lot pray for some sort of cattle prod inwards the arse to stupor you lot out of the funk, because race flavor is a long agency off together with you lot certain every bit shit aren't getting whatever younger. Ho ho ho.