The problem with bullshit

Bullshit is everywhere from modern television, neighbors, and that long ride to work. You hear it in lackadaisical conversation, and meaningless drownings of bottles. Our problem is with bullshit. The access shit we don’t need but find ourselves running to like lost puppies. Your extra television channels making flipping through for a show more like work, and less like fun. Too many choices, so much flipping right?
Our day and age is littered with the type of bullshit we can do without
Clutter versus de-clutter in our lives is like picking flowers, or staring at our phones. A lot of crap we deal with that we can do without stems from a little clutter in our lives that we can do without. Clutter such as too many channels to pick from, too much choices at a fast food restaurant, and too wide of gaps in our income.
Crazy but our cellphones are guided by bullshit. Your favorite app is covered in it, and dripping with un-orginality, trust me. How many apps do you have on your phone? How many do you need? I know I only need two apps-but I have at least five others on it anyways that I hardly use.
Too many television channels is like finding your entire contact list full but if you pay for more room you can have more people, and half the people are just sitting in waste on your contacts. Truth be told we don’t talk to five hundred people a day unless you work at a business that requires it but even its simplicity in the words used.

Income expectation is another role of bullshit
America is ridden with expectation from Birth to Death, and even after Death. I call this humanities greed forming in clutter. We are taught, fed, told, and forgotten, if you put a price on you. The American dream is a loophole forcing our society to bend on its heels for the right to obtain a degree or to pursue our lengthy ideas. A load of bullshit bred us to be the society of consumers not lovers.
I’m tired of bullshit

I don’t want to read about what you ate today, or where you went. I want to read about your ideas about subjects, your reasoning for decisions, what constellation you love, and why when you are alone music feels like a blessing.
Give us less clutter of bullshit and more memorable words to read
I’m not much of a swearer, and I sure as heck don’t like to swear. But today has been a vulgar night for you, and for me. Along the stream line of TMZ posts, I uncovered one of my favorite singers took his own life. I’m still kinda messed up by it like a hurt bird who lost a wing, but at last morning is here I must rest.
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