This sacred pause, this sacred space, has opened up between me and my agreements. Agreements I made when I was too young to consent. When: I agreed that war is normal, I agreed that greed is good, I agreed some must die, I agreed that poverty is unavoidable, I agreed that everyone must work, I agreed
In Hollywood miserable rich people who are bad at living teach the public how to live.In Hollywood people who have lost touch with their humanity teach the public how to be human.In Hollywood the most fake people in the world teach the public about reality.In
In a universe where death exists,in a universe where love exists,in a universe where scientific mysteries exist,in a universe where eyesight exists,in a universe where hummingbirds exist,in a universe where giant oceanic manta rays exist,in a universe where starling murmurations exist,in a universe where octopus
Pay no attention to that curtain.Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.Pay no attention to that network of conditioning behind the man.Pay no attention to that consciousness behind the network of conditioning.Pay no attention to that boundless emptiness behind the consciousness.Pay no attention
Do not let the news man train you how to see.Do not let the pundit train you how to feel.Do not let the teacher train you how to think.Do not let the preacher train you how to love.Do not let the banker train you how
Abraham Lincoln was a lively old chap, or that is how history has billed him, until one fateful day he went to see a play and a man took a gun out and HE DIED IN POLICE CUSTODY.Franz Ferdinand took a detour one morn to get his belly properly filled, when
You sided with the abuser like a fucking cliché.You told your son he shouldn't displease his mother when he showed you the bite marks and bruises.You chugged Nyquil while your husband raped your daughters and pretended to faint whenever they tried to tell you.You invited
This, but unironically.This thing we do, where we are people who do not understand what's happening because we were raised by children and we are still children, and we are falling toward death with damaged minds in a universe made of awkward silence and we don't know how to be
LaundryVacuumRoar at skyGet cat foodGet Pentagon de-fundedWin imaginary argument with GodLose actual argument with GodWrite some blog or somethingCall parentsFind way to ruin Mike Pompeo's dayDo dishesBurn motherfucker to groundDiscover new ways I've been fooling myselfDiscover new ways I've been limiting myselfDiscover new ways I
Those eyes without dragons in them, without rebellions in them, without orgies in them, without mushrooms in them.Those eyes which move by habit, which see by habit, which unsee by habit.Those eyes which go dead while tongues gibber in the skull.Those eyes which miss miracles and ignore armageddons to watch adverts and