Sunday, September 20, 2015

SUBJECTIVETY



WE HAVE THE LIFE WE CHOOSE
Yeah man I live in the slums with the few good, the some bad, and the all ugly around me. The crack sellers, smokers and them fallen through, the squatters, the arsonists, the thieves, the structure strippers, the punks, the thugs, the rapists, the heroin/fentynal junkies, the killers and dead.

There are streets with names like Liberal, Faircrest, Summerset, and Great Oak that should all be renamed to Devoid, Violent, Scourge, and Plague. My problem is I don’t care about any of it, motherfucking people will be motherfuckers no matter where they can lay a weedy root.

If there is a land where unicorns shit rainbows and faeries and elves piss golden sidewalks I have never found it. I don’t believe in fairy tales or dreams of a better tomorrow because that shit can get you killed. There is interest though as a chronographer.

I have watched the slow motion tide, the sun overhead bright and light slowly set for the moons long phases until that son of a bitch simply refused to rise ever again one night. I have seen this place change from the workman’s paradise to the reason social workers stay employed.

Most everyone I know says I should pack it in, go give up my fight I am too old to be so bold in calling out the fuckers who ruined the tranquility of the life that was here. I have more character and no fear after 61 years of telling truth as truth is.

Fuck it this is no game, there ain’t no play left anyway, here I am, here I stay. I am no prisoner to the slum or fascinated by the shit I see. My reasons are my own and simply put I can say this is MY HOME and I don’t feel comfortable without the pimps, prostitutes, and pricks anyway.

© M Durfee
9.20.2015

16 comments:

  1. ... sounds like the psych ward I work on every night, meowpapa, including all the f...g, foul language I hear in report coming from my highly educated co workers ... and still ... I refuse to give up hope and I'm determined to give hope ... u???

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    1. Meowmomma I have no reason to hope but I also have no reason to give in to the crap. Language my dear is a fluid expression of feeling and the "fouler" the language the stronger the feeling. It's a Detroit thing I guess.

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    1. It is not a struggle Big Sky as much as it is learning the landscape well enough to know where not to step.

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  3. I hear ya! Why give in. Your home is your home and you'll stay for reasons your own.

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    1. That about sums it all up Shadow, and i certainly will NOT be intimidated out of my home and I will always push back.

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  4. Is there a heaven and a hell? Yes, and both are here on this Earth.

    Trouble is, as you've hinted at, heaven at one time can descend into Hell at any point in time.

    Hell is populated by people. Some people are angels at birth, pot smokers at 12 and full-time devils at 16 ... Hell is populated by such people.

    'Twas ever thus; it will always be so until homo sapiens is wiped out like the dinosaurs.

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    1. Around here Philip there is no conclusive proof the kids ever go through an angel stage--neglect and abvuse is rampant. Yes i think man will be a self correcting problem.

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  5. A sense of belonging is a very powerful thing

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    1. Kylie--we are long time resident home owners (30 years) there is no sense of belonging since the housing collapse, all of our friends of years went underwater and the slum lords moved in like vultures--we are pariahs here but I DO NOT CARE. I am not leaving a paid for home to take on debt that won't easily be paid off. can you imagine a mortgage until 90 years old?

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  6. Its all the same, the grit just changes color and texture man,
    and dont no one want to hear the truth / but its better than stepping
    in rainbows that smell a lot like shit and smiling like it doesnt squish
    tween your toes. I agree with the title. We choose. We choose how to live,
    how to see, what to hear. We choose to speak truth
    or buy into the mush.

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    1. Right on X--I choose to abide by the law and FORCE the law to see the shit,

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  7. We all get acclimated to where we live. Yesterday my dh texted me that there was a bear in the park where he went for a walk. I had to remind him that it's a bad idea to hang out in the park when the wildlife moves in. It had been a couple of years since one came down from the mountains and he wanted to stay with the gawkers.

    Is that more or less peaceful than pimps? Hard to say.

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    1. Alice i have had bear encounters a couple of times--bears if you act right can be dealt with like not gawking, not getting into a staring match and definitely not trying to save your food--pimps have no courage and they have no problem using their guns (until someone foires back at their dumbass.)

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  8. Its where you are, its where you will be ~ As I get older, I get more fearless with my views too ~ And why not, life is too short to be always running away ~

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    1. Got hat right Grace life is to short to not push back. My home my rules, I have put up every logical barrier to keep the thugs and punks safe--they choose to cross the wire they are choosing the consequences as well.

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So Walking Man I was thinking...