There Is Nothing That Competes With Habit

Here's a photo somewhere between "Lonesomeville" and "Carnival Selavy."  I like it.  It makes me happy.  Or was it "Circus Selavy"?  The lines are open.  Vote for your favorite now.

Life has fallen back into the same old routine.  As the song goes,

There is nothing that competes with habit,
And I know it's neither deep nor tragic.

(go listen here if you want)

And all the "new" feelings and emotions and desires are suppressed by the dead, dull lives that do not want you to live them or to speak them out loud.  Nurse Ratched gives the tepid, evil smile and speaks in a sloe, slippery voice:  "Do you want me to tell your mother?  You don't want that, do you?"

I wish I was both young and stupid,
Then I could have the fun that you did.

 I've tried to take the medicine, but I get so little pleasure from ideology.  It is an effective weapon, of course, especially against those who do not know the language.  Something must resist, though, that incessant droning.

I could follow you and search the rubble,
Or stay right here and save myself the trouble.

They walk so carefully in conservative clothes, turning slowly and gently afraid they will break the China.  The medicine helps with that.  I'll run away, I think.  I will join the carnival.  I will travel with a circus.

I could make a killing.