Where have all the horses gone?
I am lonely in this sea of litter and booze bottles oozing their way onto my sidewalks, the sidewalks that I walk in the emptiness of Sunday because no one is at church anymore. oh, I am stuck in a place that is stuck between the South and the Midwest, housing the undesirable qualities of both. I am stuck in the Bible Belt, riddled with fiddles, in an area that just doesn't care anymore
because
it lost
a civil
war.
The South has never been the same. Where is the aristocracy? It has left in its wake hypocrisy, and filth.
I hate both sides, the North and the South, but I am inclined to sympathize with those around when I see the roughness of their faces and their hearts and how utterly defeated they are.
My ideas and opinions and compassion are not wanted.
Information re: the blog that is mine
- B. R. Knee
- Hi there, what you're about (or not, you're hardly being forced to [as what I have to say may be beneficial, modern reason dictates it is not obligatory]) to read are the rantings, ramblings, and occasional gleeposts of a kid whose only real virtue is outrage and whose vice is joy. I use little to no statistics and generally back myself up anyway. It's difficult to use reason to do that, you know. This is my "srs bsns" blog; I'm rancidly obnoxious at other places (said places can be found in my links, of all the areas in which I could have provided alternative versions of myself).
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