Super Boredom Syndrome
Have you anytime come across a situation where you have everything in the world at your disposal, but yet you know not what to do with it?
Abundance has its own pitfalls I suppose. Wonder what the super rich do? They have enough and nothing to strive for or desire anymore…what is it that drives such people? No wonder they try and do insane things that flummoxes us of the mortal and ordinary strain.
Super boredom. I am facing it now. A mental block of infinitesimal quantity stretching out to oblivion, not ending for the moment. I feel saturated and burdened by doing absolutely nothing. Our super fast lifestyles have made us completely incapable of relaxing or chilling out. We like the rush of stuff, of happening stuff. Super boredom is just another affliction of modern times, very potent I reckon because its driving me up the wall with its persistence in prevailing upon the present times.
Everyone does from where I come. My only complaint is – their ease. They seem to carry it with much more ease, finesse and panache than me. A kind of confidence that comes when you maybe tame a wild lion in front of thousands.
Anyways, super boredom is eating away into the innards of my mind and making my blood run cold. I feel old in its presence, un-young and lifeless. Maybe its the stomach upset that’s making me feel weak, not super boredom. But who cares? To the wounded, it doesn’t matter where the bullet came from, only that it hit the mark.
Regards,
CZ
Working Class Hero
LYRICS:
As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool,
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free,
But you’re still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There’s room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.
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Cheers,
Cerebral Zephyr









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