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.