i'm not saying this is THE future, just future. would you like to see yourself in the same position, politically, personally, nationally, mentally, anything the same in the next ten years? work sleep work sleep work sleep work sleep work sleep drink sleep drink sleep repeat. waiting to live waiting to die waiting for the ship carrying the golden goose to come in and take away our fears. wherearewegoingwherehavewebeenwhenwillwebesatifiedwithwhowearewhattimeisit? oof. slipping and sliding around and around it feels like a cave i want to live underground where it's safe. away far far away and long ago when all was safe or at least at this age i'd have five children already. what are our rights now? can i feel angry or sad? alienated? ill? there is fruit in the world and i am biting a lady. apple. tart. pink just under the skin which i peel off with my teeth. it is heavy, filling my hand. it is three weeks to the darkest day. veins of stars will fill the sky which i cannot see for the clouds and the electric city surrounding. what will i wish for on the night of longest dreams? what is it about these things you dream of eating? you wait so long and are reminded of the presence of fruit, just slightly underripe, not quite as sweet as possible but the skin is wonderful and the texture of tart flesh feels wonderful to bite into. then you actually pluck the individual, rinse and open the mouth wide and it's not the sweetness that you mind but the skin isn't as fine, the flesh gives more easily than remembered. the conquering of the apple, of the star inside is not what it was inside the mind. not at all. |
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