Tranquilo Toro.
Breakout live wins feel pretty damn goodman but don't let it get to your head. The reality of big wins means the possibility of bigger losses.
However, it is undeniable that a pocket full of loot feels great. Hard not to have a little more pep in the step and swagger at a higher level with mucho plata on hand. Especially, after seeing the effects of said mucho plata on hand. Is it the chicken or the egg? I don't care.
I like Purple Euros best. Hundos will always have a place in my heart. Pesos are just silly and annoying but what can you do. I still sometimes wonder if gold, ak-47s, ammo, bottled water, and soup are best.
Superficial, incremental increases in acquisitions of material goods because an adman told you so is bullshit. Problem is beauty and art and fun distractions are existence's best pain killers. How can one tell the difference?
Problem is gossip, and media, and slander, and gladiator games are easy occupation + exceptionally effective band aids for the trials and tribulations of existence. Pick a little cotton, Do a little dance, Sing a little song and the massa gives me clean clothes, home cooked food, a place to rest, and some spare time to attempt to figure things out and/or lose myself in beauty. Never quite enough time to get more acclimated with justice, beauty, art, fairness or else one might actually realize the massa in any form of symbols, idols, religion, corporations, government is not all it is cracked up to be. Fuck it... let's all just eat some cookies and plug in(to) the tv.
One day we do not exist. Then one day we do. We are all here trapped on this round thing called earth until that day we no longer exist. Sure, in many situations many have freedom of choice in which environments they inhabit but consciousness is consciousness. Engagement. Connection. Inspiration. Justice. Fairness. Truth. Even if we can only grasp at fleeting moments of beauty and transcendence let us all work together to increase the frequency and lasting impact of those moments.
Now, please excuse me while I drink a bottle of whiskey, eat a mcdonald's value menu, a pint of icecream, and pass out on the couch to jersey shore reruns instead of acting on the previous sentence. We are human after all? |