On the edge of my seat here in MKS for so long musically speaking, if i talk Boso-English meaning i'm talking to my contemporaries here including all my blood family, circle of close friends and friends from way back, same background, they know my way of blurbing..whining..complaining or protesting.
If some has New York on their minds, i've always had Makassar on my mind since i was born cause my roots' in here, my families in here so i wanted the best for here..all i got from roaming west and east parts of the globe ( never been to south and north, Aussie, NZ and Iceland and Alaska..is something supposed to be happening over there? ).
I brought all of 'em home to share...things, gears, instructional books, info, knowledge..and never mind the excesses of counter-culture lifestyle cause we entitled to our freedom of chosen poison, that's a just way to escape from this nonsense society, it's an off-switch engage.
Let's focus on progress, the real progress, not this kind of progress that ate everything and spit out nothing, nothing at all..did you see any empty fields anymore around here? no Sir..all are covered in asphalt, concrete, and bricks..If you see a plot of wide open land anywhere..it will be gone very soon behind walls of bricks and concrete.
It used to be acres and acres of rice paddies fields everywhere you look but since Progress made its way in...now you have row and row of empty shophouses in its place as one way to do Real-Estate Speculation, from Banks to Banks and on to the Central Bank and IMF...it's the GDP, Jack.
MKS as we knew it has long gone like it's been swallowed here and there by a virus called Progress. All you got, some local elites got in return are numbers on their Bank Accounts..u think that's money-rich? give it a try..tell 'em you wanna withdraw 10 grands in Cash that you think is your own money and see what happened.
Think all those office building complexes, Hotels, Malls and all you owned are riches? tell me again after a force-majeure when you run panic on the street, tell me if people would have the slightest care for you..no..nothing are considered riches in this life..i'll say it again loud and clear to the deaf ears..nothing, it's just dust..when you die, don't you turn into dust? don't argue.
What riches? where have they all gone then? all you got while you're alive are "Heartbreaks", hard work..slaving, sinning on 1000 ways, exploiting, lying, killing directly or indirectly byways of fucking-up people financially and smug about it too. Tell me if you haven't cried when you're alone because of it..if you haven't..it means you're just a person that Phareesianic system bred for...
Sociopaths or would be and already committed a crime against the society Psychopaths. Jail-Houses are filled with your kind from the highest throne to the lowest scums gathered together in the facilities called "The Slammers" and you're not slightly ashamed of your selves...
No, you're not, you're proud of it, sick society looks up to you as successful people by stealing so much money cause..hey you're Indonesians. Look at how you flaunt your loots to the neighbors, those who adore you are exactly those kinds to avoid...thieves attracted would be thieves, copy-cats surrounding you and you hate 'em but celebrate with 'em. Good people steered far away from you, so far away till they're out of the radar.
Now, thieves never went to school, did they?..is there a school for thieves out there? No, The Society is Da-Skool...thieves born and bred in Da-Skool called The Society..see what i'm talking about? how difficult it is to be a successful thief? d'ya wanna be well-schooled in this society to be successful? oh you are? you're useful idiots of The Pharisees..
