Thread by @TribbleIndustr1

The Screaming Out of Step Man.
Tribble-Industries, Jan 22, 2013, 4:36:54 PM

A little something from the past, now to be considered in the present. Consider.

What is my time?
Where am I?

A person born out of place and out of step?
Is my honesty with myself of that of a later time?
Am I replaying the past ideals and ideas?
Am I really outside the box, or is it closing in around me?

I can see the future, but the future wants me silenced.
I reach for the sky...but I am chained in a pit.
I write with a pen while the world forces the keyboard.
I write in cursive while the world argues over print.

I read the book, while the world surfs the web.
I remember the pay phone, while everyone worships the cell phone.
Am I resisting change, or am I the change?
Is this an electronic dark age, or am I the blind fool?

Is this technologically imposed socialism, or am I strangling myself.
Is the image in the mirror really me, or an illusion?
The world argues over what is supposedly new...but old tattered remains of a corpse.
The world thinks they have new ideas while fighting over an old line.

They think they are going forward, yet they are regressing into childhood.
A Man is not given respect in his life only his death, and he wastes away in eternal boyhood.
What they consider is order is pure unadulterated rebellion.
In the name of education they turn minds to mush.

In the name of economic growth they belittle the worker to servitude and welfare.
In the name of security the heavy chains of slavery and tyranny are fashioned.

I can not breath this foul air, it chokes with lies.
I can not speak for my throat is dry for truth.
I can not be open in an open society.
I can not move to better myself in a free society.
I can not do within reason what I chose to do.

I was told when I was younger that I could do anything I wanted to.
Now I am rebuked for even voicing something.
I was told I could be anyone I wished to be.
Now we are fakes and posers if we try to change.

I was told you could be successful.
Now I have not a snowflakes chance in hell.

The bottle is no comfort.
The needle can not dull it.
The drugs will not banish it.
The knife is too dull to kill it.
The hangman's noose is too weak to strangle it.
The act of suicide is a mockery in the face of it.
The self-medication of the masses only increases its tenacity

This is madness.
This is insanity.
This is frustration.
This makes men out of step with society to scream.

-Tribble Industries. 2013

Appendum: A point of reference to this time...and my particular circumstances. It is becoming more and more agonizing to find work, but also to find meaningful employment has become a luxury. I find that also there has been a radical shift in how things are valued,

and college education was been inflated to the worth of a GED...so even with a college degree...I matter little in the face of such problems.

It does make you wonder about the amount of heartbreak going on right now, currently I am not married but a majority of my colleges are

married already and are having an incredibly woeful time with it. I see a major issue where it seems like in this highly "open" world...things are closing down...not opening up.

So its a point to make with words.
Journal Entry 2012.

It is interesting to read your materials over the years, and consider things with a long view. In many ways the situation has become rather unusual, because the situation has gone up and down. But some of the problems have stayed the same. And one must consider things carefully.

My particular circumstance, is I got caught in between the switch. So it has been rather confusing indeed.

A Man out of his own time.
As my mother said. "My Old Man" in reference to myself and my old soul and ideals that would be anachronism even by today's fluid standards. 🤔