I’m not afraid but I am amazed. I’d be ashamed but it’s not my place. Look at the state of things. Behold the bullshit parade. Perverts pervade. The upper crust’s ripe for a rumbling under. Some tremble of tempers. But who can deliver? The underclasses undifferentiated mass. Herded cats. The persistence of an echo chamber as it fills with gas. Mouths full of rotten ass. The confidence of idiocy. Delivered frivolously. Tortured animally. Factless masters. Rigorous orthodoxy. Word warriors with tin badges and shit in their ears. Feigning at playing at faking at queer. Heresy’s a cloak to wear. As is hypocrisy. The chase is on. Nothing’s stopping me. Or you. And the next and the next and the next thing, It’s true. “Progress.” Like any other disease. All-consumed. The preservation of sinecures. Control. Compliance. Conformity. Coercion. Chilling effects. Prison morality and censorious toddler ethics. Inquisitors and arbiters. Color codings and categories. There is only room for true believers. Herd behavior. “School.” “Jobs.” “The Economy.” All fraudulent. The consumer demands “safety,” or so we’re told. A safe space. Lebensraum. A little leg room. An end to laughter and understanding. The quieting of feasts. Embrace defeat. Wash the feet. Eke out equal. Be the change you seek. Ultimately it is a concern with proximity to the Hated Microphone, the Camera, the Satellite, the Stream, the DJ, the Selector, the Couch, the Casting Director. Who eats first, and best? Who lives furthest west? Which model fucks best? Whose toes touch private sand? Time withers and patience ends. You have no politics. There is no left or right. There is up and there is down. There is forward and there is back. These are your trials. This is your path. The court poets set forth in rapport. Mediated whores. Insecure. You are not so dimensional as you think. The asterisk era. A temporal missing link. So you find yourself in discontinuity. Watching the wagons circle tribally. Lawyerly. Lie bullies. Crybabies. It’s all awful to see, but you can’t help but look on the misers and their misery. Mopery. Hopeless anomie. Half-witted anime. Generously. The mere mention of pretension. Mind control music and hollowed out books. Ugly covers promising worse inside. Worthless merchandise. Gutless shunted nothing. Blustrous bluffing. Beaten and stuffed. Humming haunted nostalgia coprophagia. The conservation of what should be left behind you. A conversation better held in some boothsome diner.