Randomization Stations, The Smiths Are On The Speakers Above

I'm listening to the Smiths right now. I know, I know, kind of wussy music, but it's alright. I like it just fine, except it always makes me feel strange, like I'm reminiscing on times gone by. I haven't been listening to the Smiths very long, a couple years maybe. Because it makes me feel like that it also makes me feel like I'm invading some generation past that I didn't grow up in or fully understand. Sure, the eighties, right? Yeah, I was born in the eighties but I was six by 1990 and at six you don't know much more than your friends, your bike, and your parents and family affairs. This generation, this strange generation we are apart of has had a dramatic share of changes, and could be said that it is unlike any other. Of course, that too could be said about every generation since being that within every generation different great events have marked themselves in history. I really don't know where I am going with this or anything, just thinking out loud, so to speak. It gets you thinking of how very young this country actually is; the spoiled child of the world with all the money and all the power and no idea what to do with it; naturally it turns towards spoiling itself. I wonder how bad things can get before people realize whats going to happen. I wonder if I'll still be around when a few more of the great, big changes take place, and if they are going to be for the better, or, and the more probable, the worse. Will I be sitting there somewhere listening to the Smiths when all this shit comes falling down? Probably not. I can't imagine the Smiths giving me much more satisfaction with my years to come, unless the women I marry is a die hard Smiths fan or my kid finds an old record of them stored away in the basement and begins an entirely new, old obsession. Well, we all know how I'm not one to be talking of social affairs nor politics; I don't have the brain or patience for it. Maybe I can scrounge up something else for you instead.

I got word a few minutes ago that it is snowing in St. Cloud, MN right now. my former home. Funny. I could be living there right now and be bitching about how its snowing. Someone else did this time. In a way it almost seems kind of convenient, as much as it is dreaded. I almost hate fall for the fact that I have to feel fooled in the changing weather. Sure, the leaves are pretty and all but the sun is out and alot is still green and then at night the wind brings you the winter air that chills your nape and lends a few shivers to be warnings for the waking of winter. To have it simply arrive would cut out all the waiting and just make cause for adjustment. "Well shit, its snowing.' 'Guess we oughta put on the big jackets and bring out the shovels." Oh but fall is beautiful though.

I have just sprouted a theory: all this quiet dismay people seem to be feeling; could it be a reaction based on the fact that all of us quietly know how the earth is not going to be the same for very much longer? That is to say, that we all sense its slow and steady downfall and realize that we are powerless to reverse the damages of man's doings?
I know I said I would get off this subject since its normally not my style, but it has been in my head all evening. I look around me, and physically speaking all I can see is wood, concrete, glass, plastic, asphalt, steel, copper, morter, sheetrock, paint and rubber. All these things whose creation and shapings and moldings depend on petroleum and that take up so much space for the housing and convenience of people. I wouldn't want it another way; I've not alternate solution that would prevent trees from being cut down, gas burned, or grass left uncovered. I'm no tree hugging hippy nature extremist or any sort of person like that. I guess I was just thinking...

Seriously, is this what the Smiths do to me?!?! If so, I'm not sure how much I want to listen to them anymore.