Vomit Sauce Economy

Vomiting won’t purge my body of the sickly green anxious cement sitting in the middle of my ribcage. It is pulsing with energy - not energy I would like to share with anyone let alone myself. How do you just breathe through something like this? 

If I were to list the atrocities occurring today worldwide it would take me days and days and days. So how do we walk through something that hot? Fire-walkers can’t share their secrets with us because all those paths lead to enlightenment, which is exactly what we can’t have. 

This whole capitalism bullshit is why we can’t have nice things anymore. 

But maybe we just redefine what a nice thing is. Maybe it isn’t the white walled plastic cookie cutter house with the perfect art collection and the bonsai garden and the three sports cars in the three car garage and the cute little white picket fence. How corny that people still build themselves those ridiculous little house on the fucking prairie type fences. Just tall enough to keep a prairie dog out and a human dog in. 

So a redefinition of a lot of things might be in order, maybe I can eventually puke up this putrid resentment of my own species and believe in the ratio of good vs evil and light vs dark and white vs black. 

Take a yin yang and shove it right up a colonizer's nose and ask them if they can tell which end is which colour and I am willing to bet bad money on a good gamble that ol boy roy won’t know the difference one bit. 

History repeats itself even while laughing at itself in the mirror. Scraping itself off the floor with a putty knife and smearing it against the glass, over and over. The vision is blurred each time, set down in the floorboards and forgotten through the cosmic style of forgetting and dissociating. 

Tell yourself you didn’t do what you did and we will see where the guillotine falls. Will it be rooster stew for supper a little cock au vin for your royalty his highness the very shit turd himself oh destiny oh fate oh why this dark sealed night of selfishness that runs like blood and sweat too salty for vampires and just wet enough for revolution.

Maybe the nice-thing-redefinition is easier than we think. A redefinition of reality? In the interest of the good of the economy and the safety of selfishness we can resist change… or we can change for the better together. How hard wired is the human brain for violence and aggression, power and control? How hard wired is the human brain for love and peace and empathy and compassion? How do we divide the seas of emotion and come up with a solution? Rip it all apart and start over. This is exactly why we can’t have nice things anymore. Viva la revolutión.