Eat Your Words
Everyday objects speak
But in what language?
Symbolic chatter
Conversing with food, traffic, technology,
Eat your words and stress
About diets, car crashes, and disinformation
These are the ingredients of freedom, baby
Objects are props, scripted
The scene is set, scripted
You're the main character but still scripted
In The Beginning Was The Suburbs
In the beginning was the suburbs. This planet, with its own gravity, could not be escaped by walking and walking, down and down its stretches of sidewalk. The only way to leave orbit was through an army of wheeled metallic coffins.
Strap in.
This is the way. A truly rational system and God-given order of Being for the modern person. The sterile acreage of this desert planet is nevertheless a robust ecosystem.
(parasitic)
Blooming homestead fantasies for the field of workers at-the-ready. Isolation, division. A fungal state of existence (kept in the dark and fed shit) for the United Corporate States of America.
Miles of telephone poles like cordyceps reaching out from the overgrowth of concrete and asphalt. Day-drinking conspiracy theories while patrolling your little castle with your Big Boy™ gun. Nothing but paper crowns and paper flags that - you must always remember - are always under threat - always an arms race to move, think, and achieve faster, faster, faster…
Got a better plan, buddy?
Too much for any individual to think about and we are nothing more than individuals. Naturally, this must be to God. Organizing outside of the way of life that’s been there since The Beginning would be heresy.
We are nothing more than our conquered little plot of land bound by the Holy nuclear family, protected by police violence and provided for by prison slaves while living on the language loops of platitudes and commercial jingles. It’s all just a simulation anyway. We are all on television and the apocalypse will absolutely be televised. Nothing to do but reach the final dictum to “Enjoy Coca-Cola” and remember - do not attempt to adjust your television screens.
