Drain hole, time-based sickenning.

I have told many of you this before, but I must say it again. Spokane DRAINS me.
Yes, I am in the United States. Yes, I am getting an education (very few people in the world have this right). Spokane, however, is like an abusive partner. A partner that numbs you down, a partner that makes you feel empty inside, yet you must be together for whatever reason. In this case it is that same education. Undoubtedly I am happy with the house I live in. I have the most amazing people around me, and the reason we are all together is that same Whitworth. Spokane, however, is a perfect example of mass delusion. A bunch of confused people trying to defend the identity that are fed by the authority. The middle class that everyone wants and claims to be a part of. Two dimensions existing next to each other. The deviants of society that do not deserve to exist next to us and the law abiding citizens, good god fearing folks. Keep fearing. Pursuit of happiness through processed food, obesity, lack of culture, and in many cases, lack of basic knowledge of the fucking world they live in. Going through motions every day, trying to make sense of their lives. We all are products of that, certainly. The curious mind, however, challenges the identity, authoritarian concepts and seeks pleasure through alternative means. Life can be so beautiful. I went to Whitworth today, just for an hour. Already I want to heavily drink. The choice is to either join the rest of the sheep and feel a part of something greater, feel like you belong and do everything like the rest of the “normal” people. How is this the norm. Schizophrenia on a mass scale. People believe in angels and demons, in a control freak, santa, who watched their every deed. Some need that structure simply to be ok. Uncertainty is not for everyone. Life without “Santa” goes on though. It is uncomfortable to deny and question the concepts you have been programmed with. Therefore these concepts will always be defended. That is exactly why we still believe in medieval concepts and do not progress. Why do we stop progress? Everything must progress, your mind, actions, rules, norms, blah blah blah. Otherwise we’d be primitive still, and are we not? Our surroundings influence who we are. At home I am me. We all are us. An environment of growth. We all helped each other grow. We love each other. Outside, I am a freak, a godless uzbek, insane motherfucker, half citizen. Fuck it I say. It is scary though, and it is the reason I suffocate in Spokane. Basic point of this presentation: Progress! Constantly changing perspectives. Life is short and must be beautiful. We can do many things with our lives. We need each other to do so. None of those schizos will come to support. I love you my gypsies!
Daddy.