26 and out,
Hello there! Look, it’s happened!
Oh, nothing much. Will you sustain coverage?
No, that all? Hold your bile. Over.
Yes, okay. Any thing for lunch?
Sandwich. Okay, over.
An empty transaction, the masses spit on your grave even as your culture fractures under the public eye. Yes, your skin will crack under the sun and your bodies will shrivel. Instead the talk will focus on non-existent personalities, screaming inane words until their faces turn blue. Politics, culture, digital media! Like this, read that. Digest, regurgitate. Eat Eat Eat. Shit Shit Shit. Live your life but don’t infringe on others, sit and hold your knife and fork even as others sit and starve, here we are. This is us and that is them, an open divide. A smell, putrid and fresh, a boil on this scarred land. Sailors tied to their posts, a whip cracking at their torsos. Fresh blood broiling over their naked hairy backs, frothing at the slightest glimmer of light.
Join me! he shouts, Join Me! JOIN ME! Have your voices heard, your hand raised, your vote cast! Tick my number and look at my face. This is me and you are voting for this!
A shadow disperses, and death marches forward. The inevitable crunch of extinction, bones snapping underfoot. Yet this too will be dust. How inane it all seems. How selfish it all is. How frustrated the system of this system is. Geological time, star dust, the universal contraction of the inevitable birth of a nation will be smeared by the blood of its own first borne.
This is horrific. This is absurd. This is the state of no nation, no planet, no universe. Feel glad to be alive and grab that life and love it. Hold your brother, your sister, as you hold yourself. Life is not mutable, there is no eternal transaction, life debt paid heaven ascendant.