ARTIFICIAL AMERICA

The healing process after a heartbreak is like going to an amusement park on a rainy day. 

You can ride all the rides up and down, eat all the cotton candy around. 

You can spend all your money on pictures with family and friends, but in the end its still going to be raining.

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Carnivals: How a circus and a carnival aren't combined acts has always baffled me. The mustard stained wife beaters drunk carrying children through a sea of teenagers on superficial dates. The overweight families stuffing their faces with corn dogs and funnel cakes off to the side because they aren't here to ride anything but the food train. The fashion statement kids making cat walk prances around the spinning death traps, looking to catch the eyes of the cheap crowd. Yet, here I am walking, watching and smiling at all the faulty human interaction brought on by money driven companies. Alone I wonder off and hop the bolted fence to the little leagues baseball field. It is quite and cold, but I have the best view of the amusement and gathering of people so enthused with lights and prizes. The drunk skate kids being disrespectful to all the adults brave enough to ride. The drunken Mexicans smashing bottles for a poster of a half naked white superior female pop artist who they've probably never even heard of. This is Americas crowning achievement, carnis with fully tattooed faces giving children darts to pop balloons. The group of underage smokers passing cigarettes they scored from older kids, off to the side fearless while nobody does anything to stop them. Carnivals; the travelling money extortionists, and I will follow blindly and buy a ticket for the mean machine then go with the mustard stained tide of Americans to the North Star productions unsafe Ferris wheel.