TheLastManInAmerica

As a young man, still figuring out  who he is inside (not gay, just an individual), who I am is often the manifestation of a maelstrom of conflicting ideas, of which I don’t fully comprehend or even recognize as such. I view the people of this country, who cling to their religions (politics, culture, non-profit organizations or the big R itself) with such fervor, all believing they’ve got the Answer, with the conviction that “if you’re not with me then you’re my enemy” and I feel like I am a microcosm of this culture,  struggling to find the Answer to this cruel, mind-shredding riddle called “Life”. That being said, I’m often a conduit of feelings and frustrations that need to be vented before reaching critical mass and erupting in a violent expulsion of years of pent-up, purposeful energy. I am the Last Man in America.

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