my shorts

August 18, 2019
The end of civilization and the beginning of humanity.
Greta is crossing the ocean, sailing this way, en route.
I woke up thinking "I want a job that I can't get fired from", a life free of Trump, free of phones.
I watched half of the comic book movie "suicide squad" and thought, really? how many fictional shots fired and nobody dead.
hollywood movies are stupid as fk.

game of thrones was like heroin for sadness.
the last battle scene killed my neighbor.

I want a work schedule with other people, without girlfriends. A job paid in food and bus fare where sales or profit of whatever we do together is distributed equally. I don't want any more bosses and I want excessive revenue to be reinvested in the competition, in the rival, that's how excellent I want my job to be.

I want heads to explode from reading this.
Like if these words could suddenly appear on the inside of helmets, across face mask, across eye protection, get in the way of seeing the mass protest it's been trained to beat, submit and dominate.
Hong Kong stand down.
China turn off surveillance.
FBI CIA MOSSAD KGB
eat my shorts.




It's just work and play distinguishing unity from intimacy.

bottled water

one would think that crying about specific things, at certain times, with devotion, attention to detail, that tears themselves would be liquid crystal time machines. they could harvest all the rains and all the oceans and in one saline atom of salt, span forwards and backwards, up and down, between, over, under and through the real actual experience of time on earth. tears are hope, they spring forth from the purest of hearts, the emptiest of guts, the dirtiest of lungs and the strongest of loins. tears are all the water, ever. so i figure, for as long as i live, as long as i can cry and drool, time made manifest from before and after is the water streaming from eyes, the virtue of trust, the ardor of beauty.

i cry a lot about bottled water.
about people who buy bottled water.
about bottles of water that hydrate the humans and kill the water.
fifco is a bottling behemoth.
with a tiny pecker.