I
We
are not a we but an abdominal eye. Have
you ever seen one in person? With reason that remains vague and
unsubstantiated, we tend to speak in code lest our secret be supplanted with
fact. Regret is nothing to think about. Made by committee and not by democracy.
The best way to think of things is to not think of things at all.
Decision: exact, if not perfect. That is
what we do here, that is what we do. We are a collective, our sour pit deems
the fireflies snubbed out in full frontal violence. Need to collect our souls,
so to speak. To be a thing, one must lose all humanity. End of all the be all
end of all. Employment, as such, as a joke (humor holds no smiles here). With
great force and timid footings, stifled sadness and complete confusion.
Children are a force of good in this world and demand something greater. Cancer
completes the life-cycle and makes life less living. Association with the
other, sneaking through closed doors, distances one from the other even
further. As a chicken lays an egg, the privacy is null and void, ready to be
eaten. We know this, but disregard it because of proper branding. Have the
nature of the business become moot? Discussed mention of proper nouns? With an
alternate view in view of simple semantics as defense? You know the real
meaning of the words, don’t you? The purpose of communication in a void? You
know better. Reason to know better reasons enough, like catfish on a cold white
plate. For that is the instrument with which you choke yourself clean. This is
stupid. Termination is something that comes to us all, at some point, and
usually in pain. Is this pain? Because you say it should be and are worried?
You have no idea what pain actually is. Have you been in a hospital bed on the
edge of death and somehow found a way back on the street and walking? Failed
once again to respond. To be something that feels. Demonstrate something within
you that makes you feel human, or, better yet, something that even breathes.
That there is something there besides a money sack child with coal in her
coffin. You sit on that sack and count the countless times you could have
counted yourself lucky, but didn’t. Are you the one that knocks? Capable of
performing the needed sacrifices to do something other than stretch your face
like a bedsheet? Or do you prefer the crumbled soiled bed stains of immediate
joy and wetness, balloons full of empty? Willing to be a lamb shaved clean and
brought out to trot? To be the token pseudo-martyr who knows all the right
people and sleeps with all the right people, double-fold? Perform your exact
seduction with a box of chocolate and a false heart? Your heart beats for no
one. Role and roll again, like a rock without substance. And look at what
you’ve done. Responsibilities are something left better left to the lesser, the
ones that you assume to roll with it. Consistently, you mark your scars with a
heart burned on the backs of the children. Even when they cry out for support.
With a smirk, a foreign smile through gritted teeth, you announce your
supremacy and demand total demands. Our ways of being people are not your own,
nor will they ever be. Regular constants make constants merely regular,
regulated. Feedback like vomit of complaint thrust back without a worry of who
would clean up the mess. And there is no one to clean it up. Support is in
short supply: a word doesn’t hold much
meaning when the the word is not followed through (but that may just be
semantics).
II
The many
reasons to be a reason. Lack of comfort, in the bed of support, being one
amongst many. Of true understanding of what people are. Accountability is, as
such, only relative to those who demand it. As such, it holds a whole lot of
bullshit left on the ground. It is what it is, and that is putrid. Relates to
the known unknown: these things are
robust and can do what we need them to do without worry. To be better because
of. Reports as reported to only a daily, jerry-rigged basis. Documents that say
a bunch of words without meaning. And/Or the instigation of a shoe on the head,
if only for show. Information better left unsaid. That means you should be a
good boy and take your potty breaks only at state-sanctioned hours. You have
ten minutes. Have you washed your hands, or otherwise sanitized them? Been on the bench long enough to need to go?
Unwilling to hold it, you might sit there are piss yourself clean. Or, you may
just hold it and go to the emergency room where you are told you have a sicknes
where sickness is a place where sickness is a sickness. Reluctant to be a be.
To foster a fester like a feast. Provide all that is what is wanted with all
that is desired by others and slapped down with a fuck you all mentality. When
everything else was needed. Requested:
slit of the side of the belly, the place where the soul lives. (i.e.
shut up.Raisers of the most highest point. Edge to the edge of the point where
something is possible. Training for being people, or at least a version of
people that passes. Calendar for the end of times. And the little bits. Plan for the future like
the future was something one could adequately plan for. Roll-out the donut,
frosed with free expense. Plan for the future, as if it were a rock in the sea,
something that would always be there, if only sometimes. And we look at those
rocks like harmony, something to coo to. Requested interests by way of loaded
front; a big fat wave of bullshit. Daily emotional breakdowns only to be
followed by empty fronts and then followed by breakdowns that make each morning
a torture. Email me in the morning, so I have time to email you back when you
need it. Updates are always vacant, because the source is so sour.
III
You
are a money sack corpse that calls itself innovation. Represented as such , the
corpse still stinks, even more with the now. Yourself as a wigless instigator.
As being something that doesn’t really mean anything. Having a toad in the
throat. Expert as/ are a joke. Have been a benefit to society, only to be a
detriment to humanity. Exports are for the experts. Proficiency is in the eye
of the holder. In better hands, dumber handlers perfect. Raisers in the subtle
way it was raised. Edge on the razors edge. With lack of understanding, lack of
understanding laike or byberstabdubg,. Six is 2 more than four. Years of this
bullshit, besides. Of the lily by the little drop that wipes away the lily
anyway. Experience being eroded on the front of understanding. This being a
bitch you have to bite. Was being a wanton waste, left with plastic culture
left to be the remains and such. A simple tumor, something sordid. Significant
things that make real made real but only real in the un-paid mind, alone.
Factor of being fact, left aside for brand instead. In the way we do things.
Hiring is a hanging in the place, just stood there without anything supporting
the feet. You are stupid for being so stupid. Yet there are other ways to look
at it, other ways to was the ways as was as was. You have seen the bitch in the
watercolor that is left available for all others to see. Have a hamburger, given
by the neighbors who know better. Demonstrated all the things, all the things
that make you what you are and are directed as a nothing by the thing that
directs the what you are. A kiss on the friend’s cheek, left alone and crying
along the river, always moving. Lack of love, just stupid nothing in the
stocking of bitter and bile. Of simple gestures, always left undone. Skill is
something one works for, and hard, and yet is often left unsaid. Or just left
there to fester where such is unwanted. Unwillingness to commit, to be the
wife-beater beaten into the corner by a corpse who’s been beaten one to many
times. To be better, to function. Lead the way, or the way leads you out the
door. Train always stops when you need it to go, and the waiting, the waiting
is what gets you good. And so it goes. Mange the day like the rest of your
drugs, taken only when needed, even if needed often, finding strength
elsewhere. The toys of the despicable. Team trends, like all majorities,
involve some sort of shower, afterwards. Through though transitions there are
always difficulties, and none can be dismissed out of hand. An apple will
always eventually find its core. Successful worms find their way in first, and
ruin it for the rest of us. Migration is a flight from one bad spot to a better
one spot, usually through ‘flight’. From that which is worse to that which is
better, the better is always sweeter than the worm. eTravesty is how things go
these days, it seems to me, and the world is none the better for it. To become one
with the world, one has to look at the world with open eyes and keep them open,
even when a shade of coconut milk covers one like a screen. Raiser’s are always
the one’s that give rise, to raise the roof, to speak to the spell of the
common want. Edge of all else, there are things, otherwise, to think about. With
each thought, a new nuance forms and tenders the touch of the hard meat, making
it soft and eventually able to swallow. Positive emotions are hard to come by
in a world where popsicles are given out as a benefit when you are no longer a
4 year old. Impact is something that falls with every action taken. And thought
must be taken into account when decisions are made, when promises are broken,
and when the wool is pulled over ones’ eyes like so much shit-smear suck-up.
Least of all, there must be some accountability, and not merely holding others
accountable for the actions taken in the past, both positive and negative, and
all that. Disruption happens in today’s culture: it is the way things is. To think otherwise
is to be faulty in the thought of one’s immortality. Our only hope is to stand
firm to convictions, yet loose enough to bend, yet not break, and make things
something worth doing, if not even holding on to. Operations that can contain that
kind of action are few and far between. And there are ever limited resources
available, but the fact that this life is more than each day lived, even each
day lived, collected, as a whole only to be commented upon at an eulogy, with
highlights as bright as a California housewife’s hair. Team is a word that
means something, and working together is what makes it work, together. Members
of our society, our world at large, owe it to the team – what we call humankind
– to be human and kind.
