The Saddest Thread You'll Ever Read
There are millions of people just like me... billions, I should say.
If you don't want to read about a guy who is mourning what his life could have been, then go away.
Chapter 1 - Everything is Burning to the Ground
Private bankers are cursed. Bond market bubbles burst. Bailouts to their bankster buddies. Downfall of paper dollars. The end for white collars. Massive deflation leads to hyper-inflation. Real eyes realize real lies. Empty grocery store shelves. The .00001% are acting for themselves. Endless wars. Nuclear shores. Occupying military force. Collapse runs its course. Let's go to the cooker. This time it's just the camp's booker.
Most are unprepared for what's coming, and you know what that means...
Chapter 2 - I Tried... for the Most Part
I tried to get a good job. I tried to build that website. I tried to write compelling web content. I tried to make sure my site had a nice, responsive design with validated code. I tried to make internet marketing work for 3 years and counting. I tried to get independent. I tried to show patience. I tried to position myself in a place that I could I have a future. I tried to work where I could meet women. I tried to have a good life...
...but sometimes I'd get stuck, and I'd cry. I may not be weeping outwardly at any given moment, but you know what emotions dwell inside me. I would ask God for something more. I tried to pull myself from this, but now I just tried to share it with those who would take in my story.
Now, I try to go work for $7 per hour. I'll prosper on that until... well, you know...
Chapter 3 - Take it All Away
With one good kiss, you could take all the pain away. Just when I thought I could have who I want, you take it all away. Just when the thought comes that I won't die alone, every last bit is taken away. My eyes are wet, but that will be taken away tomorrow just so I can fall down again. It all goes away when I think I have a good friend. I wanted to make music and play guitar for people, but that has been taken away. When I think I'm becoming a man, it all gets taken away. If I finish a new ad campaign, all my money will get taken away. When I think I have a future, they take it all away. I'll be taken away when the great war begins. I think I want to live, but that is being taken away again.
They took it all from me, but ask yourself, "Did they take it all away from me, too?"
Chapter 4 - Who I Am (or Was)
Who I am is the question of many as heads turn when I enter the room.
Women give me a good look and a second thought, but if I come to speak to them, most times they will not show any interest to speak to me- sometimes even getting up to leave. Rest assured- she's not coming to see me tonight. What is going on here? I thought they would like to connect with a well-spoken, fit, young chap who has a lot of testosterone and aspirations to rise up in the world... a guy who stood for real ideals. Oh, I forgot, the world has been turned upside down. I can speculate on why this is the case, but, really, it all comes back to the new age of living in fear. She was the biggest driving factor I had in living life, but she is not here to motivate me. I'm pretty much dead as of tonight.
I love(d) to play music. I loved rock music and acoustic guitar, but I never was able to find a group to fit into. I've got many more stories of things falling apart rather than things going well. Oh, I guess there's another "open mic" somewhere, but those have been mediocre places with scant attendance.
People like me tried to reach out to you about the growing corruption we are facing. We tried to enlighten you on what was going on in the news, but you chose to stuff your head in the sand. We could have a future as a world in the current systems, but unfortunately, this is not a reality anymore as the end times draw closer with each passing moment.
I believe in God. He is letting us suffer and I question why, but he is there. I will never believe otherwise as society is led down a terrible path.
You know who I am. I am a person just like you. Many of us have the same interests. I do feel like it's pretty much too late for me. It's going to be a very young death for me.
Chapter 5 - A Poem I Wrote
"Blessings of the Fall"
gentle drips upon thy countenance
sweet repose with drawings on the windows
solar strips come in to brighten the damp hall
eyes pointed upward in intensely short eternities
blessings of the fall is the dream of all time
stare at this watch with a tremor in thy feet
grant me with the flash of battle in broad daylight
for this time soon will come when the story moves to pass
an awkward rebirth in which we ascend into the ground
i will squeeze tightly and look skyward then
how shall i feel in the dark?
this candle is a mountain which follows me
a new way to pass the time when teaching
hopes of being admitted by the i am
try to do what's right by thee
take this moment on bended knee
before the sand sinks through thy hourglass...
-----
With love, from a boy who never quite got to be a man,
Tyler
If you don't want to read about a guy who is mourning what his life could have been, then go away.
Chapter 1 - Everything is Burning to the Ground
Private bankers are cursed. Bond market bubbles burst. Bailouts to their bankster buddies. Downfall of paper dollars. The end for white collars. Massive deflation leads to hyper-inflation. Real eyes realize real lies. Empty grocery store shelves. The .00001% are acting for themselves. Endless wars. Nuclear shores. Occupying military force. Collapse runs its course. Let's go to the cooker. This time it's just the camp's booker.
Most are unprepared for what's coming, and you know what that means...
Chapter 2 - I Tried... for the Most Part
I tried to get a good job. I tried to build that website. I tried to write compelling web content. I tried to make sure my site had a nice, responsive design with validated code. I tried to make internet marketing work for 3 years and counting. I tried to get independent. I tried to show patience. I tried to position myself in a place that I could I have a future. I tried to work where I could meet women. I tried to have a good life...
...but sometimes I'd get stuck, and I'd cry. I may not be weeping outwardly at any given moment, but you know what emotions dwell inside me. I would ask God for something more. I tried to pull myself from this, but now I just tried to share it with those who would take in my story.
Now, I try to go work for $7 per hour. I'll prosper on that until... well, you know...
Chapter 3 - Take it All Away
With one good kiss, you could take all the pain away. Just when I thought I could have who I want, you take it all away. Just when the thought comes that I won't die alone, every last bit is taken away. My eyes are wet, but that will be taken away tomorrow just so I can fall down again. It all goes away when I think I have a good friend. I wanted to make music and play guitar for people, but that has been taken away. When I think I'm becoming a man, it all gets taken away. If I finish a new ad campaign, all my money will get taken away. When I think I have a future, they take it all away. I'll be taken away when the great war begins. I think I want to live, but that is being taken away again.
They took it all from me, but ask yourself, "Did they take it all away from me, too?"
Chapter 4 - Who I Am (or Was)
Who I am is the question of many as heads turn when I enter the room.
Women give me a good look and a second thought, but if I come to speak to them, most times they will not show any interest to speak to me- sometimes even getting up to leave. Rest assured- she's not coming to see me tonight. What is going on here? I thought they would like to connect with a well-spoken, fit, young chap who has a lot of testosterone and aspirations to rise up in the world... a guy who stood for real ideals. Oh, I forgot, the world has been turned upside down. I can speculate on why this is the case, but, really, it all comes back to the new age of living in fear. She was the biggest driving factor I had in living life, but she is not here to motivate me. I'm pretty much dead as of tonight.
I love(d) to play music. I loved rock music and acoustic guitar, but I never was able to find a group to fit into. I've got many more stories of things falling apart rather than things going well. Oh, I guess there's another "open mic" somewhere, but those have been mediocre places with scant attendance.
People like me tried to reach out to you about the growing corruption we are facing. We tried to enlighten you on what was going on in the news, but you chose to stuff your head in the sand. We could have a future as a world in the current systems, but unfortunately, this is not a reality anymore as the end times draw closer with each passing moment.
I believe in God. He is letting us suffer and I question why, but he is there. I will never believe otherwise as society is led down a terrible path.
You know who I am. I am a person just like you. Many of us have the same interests. I do feel like it's pretty much too late for me. It's going to be a very young death for me.
Chapter 5 - A Poem I Wrote
"Blessings of the Fall"
gentle drips upon thy countenance
sweet repose with drawings on the windows
solar strips come in to brighten the damp hall
eyes pointed upward in intensely short eternities
blessings of the fall is the dream of all time
stare at this watch with a tremor in thy feet
grant me with the flash of battle in broad daylight
for this time soon will come when the story moves to pass
an awkward rebirth in which we ascend into the ground
i will squeeze tightly and look skyward then
how shall i feel in the dark?
this candle is a mountain which follows me
a new way to pass the time when teaching
hopes of being admitted by the i am
try to do what's right by thee
take this moment on bended knee
before the sand sinks through thy hourglass...
-----
With love, from a boy who never quite got to be a man,
Tyler
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