Mongrel Thoughts

How he seems so unashamed, so "in his skin," moving with a tall head of grace

I never got lost. For some reason, I'm more at home everywhere than at one place. I belong everywhere and nowhere. I'm kin to everyone, and no one in particular.

And once you get into the habit of not needing anyone, it's kind of hard to break.

So I decided I'll think of myself as some kind of a social world citizen. and then I feel.... I need everyone! I love people. I want to meet them all! I just think there are too many out there saying "This is mine." or "She's mine." Too many lines have been drawn. The World is breaking apart because of man's weakness for some testosterone conquests over territory and power and people. I want control over what deep down I know I have no control over whatsoever and it scares me.

Everyone seems to be hypnotized in this country. I guess you think I'm just some poor displaced soul doomed to roam the earth without a mean for a soul.

An ashtray filled with cigarette butts as I anxiously lights another.

You won't be made to feel! Period. You're mongrel and you're phony!