Consuming the harvest

Consuming the harvest

Posted on August 27, 2013 by andres256

Consuming the harvest was not based on conservation.
The locust ate at night. They fed on the dead that had come to past.
Balance was highly unnecessary for the dead black fields provided no comfort.
Barren as they were blackened flowers only wilted to the sound of darkened drums.
Skeletons marched on the marsh as they witnessed souls being stolen from the graven earth.
“Fear the locust.” the commoners cried as blackness drooped from all corners of the earth.
Little children in dirty blue suspenders would clamber down the dilapidated broken white steps. This was Arabic marble and had been glossed over with a silver sheen. The sheen kicked up the reflection of the dirty children with the blue suspenders.
The  meaty stench filled the air as the skeletons walked forward. There were no screams only heavy purple fog that blanketed the western front…

Is it really right for your parents to bitch at you for all eternity

I am really getting sick of my parent's bitching.

I mean what the fuck. Saying things like retirement is around the corner.

Oh that time frame is around three years allegedly.

Then I remember I am outta school in the real world. A world where shit hits the fan a million miles a second. A time where statistics make up the majority of nasty unemployment.

Did you know 24+ year olds have a 24% unemployment rate?http://money.cnn.com/2013/06/25/news/economy/malemployment-rate/index.html My bad that shit says fucking 36%.

How is this not a problem that government can't fucking remedy? I am sure this has been written a billion times.  Let's look at again.

I am a recent graduate just like the other people taking jobs at Starbuck's and other fucking places like that. Sure, Starbucks is maybe a decent place to work but where the FUCK did you get your degree. Weren't you a journalism major, nursing major, law student.
This has gotten goddamn ridiculous.

Nobody has any accountability. No organization is going to make jobs or the place that makes them doesn't exist. We are getting fucked by loans, taxes, and other shit. Although, for now we can take out the tax element ...because I don't work.

It'd be one thing if I threw in the towel and said I never looked for a job. I have applied a small amount. I have applied for maybe 37 jobs. That's nothing compared to the whopping 100 my brother applied to.  I mean the deepest in the job process I got was three interviews. It looked promising but something wasn't right and these bastards wouldn't tell you. The people of a company Ethos seemed to make a legit job posting. Although, like the movie Eraserhead everything looked good but there was a nasty undertone under it all. That seemed to be after the third interview that I was lied to. I guess this should be a great term in real life. In the real world people do conniving things, they will trample you to run to the top. Although, lying is something they must pride themselves on. It was a fucking door-to-door job. I didn't get a bachelors to be subjugated to door-to-door shit. So I did the smart thing and denied the job.

Although, I smashed every interview. It is sad that a company that seems great is crooked.

That's the real world. Although, I still believe in good people in this world it has been negative. The year getting out of school has been more than rough. I got outta college and it was a great time.

But now....shit a comet could hit and be better than the agonizing suffering that is this poor excuse for an economy. So who makes the jobs?

Let's see:

I have no idea. If it isn't the government maybe it is an elf or some shit, Clearly, this economy reflects  the poor times.

I am just happy to write. It gives me an outlet to vent. I tried to make it sensible.

My worries are basic:

Food

Shelter

Eventually a place to live

Video games is a necessity to me...lol

JOBS!!

I'll put jobs on the third rank. Jobs are important for guys and gals like me. I am not falling on entitlement but I can't stand here idly when we are getting dicked from everything. I was already dicked by my uni. There has to be some semblance of not getting screwed somewhere. A safe haven.

Thanks for reading.

It means a great deal even though my tone is not somber and very fiery.

Thank you David Lynch!