time for sports

But like hc time sport Never has the time to bind , and there isnt any doctors in lazytown ( so no pills or surgery ) so when sports like i want a bind today but i have to be a hero robbie goes n practically bubble wraps the kids n checks on sport to make sure he isnt exercising or sleepin sport gives roobie tips about makeup n stuff n when sport has cramps ( from time of month ) robbie is like here i have some pads go get some rest ill be there in a moment to cuddle so like roobie is just very very supportive of sport

Bread and Circuses - Wikipedia


“Bread and circuses” (or bread and games; from Latin: panem et circenses) is metonymic for a superficial means of appeasement. In the case of politics, the phrase is used to describe the generation of public approval, not through exemplary or excellent public service or public policy, but through diversion; distraction; or the mere satisfaction of the immediate, shallow requirements of a populace, as an offered “palliative”. Its originator, Juvenal, used the phrase to decry the selfishness of common people and their neglect of wider concerns. The phrase also implies the erosion or ignorance of civic duty amongst the concerns of the commoner.

It occurs to me that most Americans are quite content with bread & circuses, especially the circuses. Wikipedia needs a page for modern times titled: “Corn and Sports"—both heavily subsidized, both sources of immense placation, both used for spectacular distraction by the powers that be.

Don’t believe me?

Ask yourself what you could accomplish if you simply eliminated consumption of sporting events and faux food from your life…this of how much better your brain would function and how much time you’d have to use it…

‘Cause w/o government, who’d anesthetize the masses?

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.