Modernity henceforth, to consume women through straws made of screens and serve pleasure through spoons made of salt. They commodified god and put him in the back of a van and stopped by neighborhoods for children to lick from. The salt coated their mouths and their screams came from bronze trumpets on the ends of a bull’s ass. “Too dry,” they screamed. They made it wetter, then, they gave us yeast laden liquid love and sat us in their laps. They pressed our heads into their breasts and we referred to them as mothers. Look at us, behold what you wrought. I chose to believe in great design because the hydrogen atom was just light enough to burn. I wanted god to exist because the tar that paved the road was too hot to stand on. Footprints in the street made by children running down to a beach, the man beside me doesn’t leave any tracks but neither do I. They made bombs so big that we stopped fighting just long enough to fight again. Life is on mars, did you know that? They found it last week… or was it last year? So maybe we’re not really much of anything at all? Isn’t that a funny thought? We suckled from the tits of an ape and expected some modicum of truth. Then they fastened an Asian woman (with the biggest mammeries you’ve ever seen) with a tight tube top and put her on the television so I could know what the real truth was. They gave us daughters and wives made from silicone and polyethylene and polystyrene, made flammable enough to be easily disposable if the need arose. They etched words into concrete towers and once we’d moved in they knocked them down. Now everyone speaks two languages, they couldn’t manage anymore than that. They made us into asses and mammoths, they made us desolate husks of dreamy things. I don’t talk to my neighbor anymore because they put a big ol’ red hat on his head. All he ever wants to do is argue with me and my big blue hat. Does true love wait? Does anything wait ever? The earth spins faster everyday and we’re along for a ride we cannot let go from. I spoke with a man named Virgil and he told me the next election cycle would birth a starry sky. By the time we’d crawled from the cave atop the mountain we were too burnt by the magma to appreciate it. I talked about politics and henceforth with god, I couldn’t decide which eyes were his so I just closed my own and imagined what he looked like. “Use my knowledge, I beg of you!” The television says my adversary will come from the mountains, down from the clouds. Then a volcano rose up in the middle of Washington D.C. and forced me to applaud its own destruction. I didn’t look to the sky for answers because the Asian woman on the television said we’d be attacked from above, not below. Our schools came filled with explosives and tactical corridors. We bunkered down and googled answers to math questions we couldn’t bother learning. They shot my dog in a compound somewhere in Texas while my teacher considered suicide. My classmates all turn to me and ask to die, I tell them they need to do it themselves because the bullets I’ve got are for me. I went to the grave of John Lennon and pulled down my pants to pee on his stone, but I couldn’t remember any of the songs he wrote, and I couldn’t remember why I was angry. Why did I even care? Why does anyone care? I go home and jerk off to the idea of an ideal society, shelling money to a hypothetical man dressed as a hypothetical women. Tell me this, if a species built to roll twine into string and pick berries from bushes is given the means to split an atom, why should I care? Well I shouldn’t, obviously! I roll a joint and smoke it until I can’t think hardly a little. I drank myself into a drown and wondered when I’ll die. I climb mountains on the weekends and go to church on Sundays. Look at all these berries! Look, look, look! Touch, feel, sex, drugs, sex, more more more! God you’re a useless crock of shit, aren’t you? They play games made from semantically involved hypotheticals and intuitively driven inputs. It’s all for you! Every little bit! The van rolled into my neighborhood today and when the children went to lick the salt a hand grabbed them by their hair and threw them inside, now their parents seem a lot happier. Look here, listen, modernity henceforth. In referendum to a deification of democratic society. Well, what do you think? Do you agree to the terms and conditions? Did ya read ’em? Me neither, so you might as well go tell your colleagues you just invented a transistor. We’ll all walk this earth for eternity together. Holding hands. “I was meant to be beautiful!” You cry out as the sound of your phone drowns out the mere idea you’d ever even existed at all. How strange it is to be anything at all.
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