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My predecessors spoke to me from the other side; they said
they laid claim under false pretenses
And though they laud claims to the contrary, they need to set
the record state-side:
We’re all praising no-bodies, going nowhere fast, racing to be
last; we’re each guaranteed to win
an all-expenses-paid vacation to a grave destination
We take possession on borrowed time of borrowed shrines
that were forcibly signed off on, ratifying a subconscious
crutch called bloodlust,
thrust upon us by evolution and/or revolution and/or God,
but regardless it’s a must to keep it in check;
Humanity’s best interest depends upon sublimation and
wholesome recreation, especially spending #BlackFridayDeals
(Guys, gals, pals, enemies of the state, by the way, they say it’s
great
that doling out blame comes from a place like a love-hate
patriotic relationship, and
they appreciate that it is difficult these days to achieve sensory
deprivation and/or
a level of aggregation making omnipresence attainable, but
moderation is God for God’s sake, so take it with a pillar of
salt)
Anyway, one indulges in bloodletting ostensibly because it’s
unpleasant to acknowledge our unspoken underbellies:
feelings, weakness, cash, credit, check, debt, rent, et cetera,
not to mention
exact change; so in closing (sew it into your clothing or place
directly over your eyes in preparation for the end times, which
are today!):
“One in celebration profits” (If I recall correctly; I told them I
needed something pithy and translatable for the digital age)
TL;DR: Happiness always looks like it’s a little further up the
chart
One last thing: They say we can only cause pain, beyond that
it’s all fun and games and change—
science is change, love is change, death is change, and life is
change;
the marriage of spare change and capitalism calls us to be
coin-ops,
vending machines, or arcade cabinets: agents of change;
“Success is a small service charge,” they say; accept it!
Brothers and sisters, irredeemables and redeemables, we have
to make the change
we
want
to
see!
So, by the bloodshot-eyed, white-and-similarly-colored-
collared, and blue-faced, banner-waving, beatitude-esque,
bill-of-health-signing forefathers and protesters and business
people we deify, let us, in their spirit and the spirit of manifest
dichotomy they concocted and unleashed and call on us to
perpetuate and imbibe,
embrace the only verifiably forgivable sin, the tax of giving
back;
in their names that are scrawled on the freedom papers from
which we prey,
omen and/or op-ed
📈🎉
My predecessors spoke to me from the other side; they said
they laid claim under false pretenses
And though they laud claims to the contrary, they need to set
the record state-side:
We’re all praising no-bodies, going nowhere fast, racing to be
last; we’re each guaranteed to win
an all-expenses-paid vacation to a grave destination
We take possession on borrowed time of borrowed shrines
that were forcibly signed off on, ratifying a subconscious
crutch called bloodlust,
thrust upon us by evolution and/or revolution and/or God,
but regardless it’s a must to keep it in check;
Humanity’s best interest depends upon sublimation and
wholesome recreation, especially spending #BlackFridayDeals
(Guys, gals, pals, enemies of the state, by the way, they say it’s
great
that doling out blame comes from a place like a love-hate
patriotic relationship, and
they appreciate that it is difficult these days to achieve sensory
deprivation and/or
a level of aggregation making omnipresence attainable, but
moderation is God for God’s sake, so take it with a pillar of
salt)
Anyway, one indulges in bloodletting ostensibly because it’s
unpleasant to acknowledge our unspoken underbellies:
feelings, weakness, cash, credit, check, debt, rent, et cetera,
not to mention
exact change; so in closing (sew it into your clothing or place
directly over your eyes in preparation for the end times, which
are today!):
“One in celebration profits” (If I recall correctly; I told them I
needed something pithy and translatable for the digital age)
TL;DR: Happiness always looks like it’s a little further up the
chart
One last thing: They say we can only cause pain, beyond that
it’s all fun and games and change—
science is change, love is change, death is change, and life is
change;
the marriage of spare change and capitalism calls us to be
coin-ops,
vending machines, or arcade cabinets: agents of change;
“Success is a small service charge,” they say; accept it!
Brothers and sisters, irredeemables and redeemables, we have
to make the change
we
want
to
see!
So, by the bloodshot-eyed, white-and-similarly-colored-
collared, and blue-faced, banner-waving, beatitude-esque,
bill-of-health-signing forefathers and protesters and business
people we deify, let us, in their spirit and the spirit of manifest
dichotomy they concocted and unleashed and call on us to
perpetuate and imbibe,
embrace the only verifiably forgivable sin, the tax of giving
back;
in their names that are scrawled on the freedom papers from
which we prey,
omen and/or op-ed
📈🎉