Four is not Five and has never been
Winter is not here. Summer offers tomatoes. The east side of America - despite prejudice - is not what the news presents. The west side of America - despite multiple viewings of Point Break and "Cops" - is not all big waves and crystal meth extravagance. oh you - and by you i mean all of you: you rich folk, you middle-class folk, you people who do not like the "folk" label because you are single (like most of us) and are battling the notion that it time to procreate -
What are we doing? Seriously. I have too much recalcitrance to envy the idea that speaking loudly is the only way out and the self-afflicted cigarette burns are too embedded in Marilyn Manson MTV videos too matter. Hear me? Beyonce has become way too Marilyn Manson. Offering more than pop cultural synecdoche may or may not signify.
Here's something else: when I was ten I went to Rexall Drug and stole three pieces of ten cent candy. Now, ten cent candy may no longer exist, but on the day when I re-entered the store (at age 12) and threw a dollar down, I did not feel good, running out the door - but I FUCKING paid that shit back. I feel as if we - as a collective - no longer feel paying the shit back is necessary. And I'm not even talking "we are neglecting too account for our children's grandchildren" because I have no children and I know the budget (I studied this shit for a couple years and honestly there is no real "budget" insomuch as all appropriations are provisional on particular details buried in the page 415) is an illusion - I'm way too tired to care too much about all that - I'm not even awake enough to countenance the idea of voting (see footnote)
FOOTNOTE: Not voting used to be an ideological stance. Now being opaque and self-referential is the ideal that ultimatley amounts to absolutely nothing.
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