Schadenfreude
busting out of the back door trance surely keys work on both doors but never for me comes the cry just to not trying hard enough how much do you want it where lies the desire manifestation never forget how to let go and grow alone in a shady corner of the garden a slow moss rising damp whatever happens to the foundations round here waiting for the sign to fall in and start again a good fire to rip through the guts and get another plan off the ground what is a hundred years in the passing of european architecture the basis for any culture formally excluding nomadism the rejection of permanent structures where comes the constructive desire and in it to colonise other modes of internal signing upon the external world insisting on the first person perspective in cahoots with a third view from objective fact sure let's meet for chocolate now the room has begun to have creeping movements about it the ghosts of those mice left from the winter period just a biological move out of the cold into something a little warmer zones of comfort regions of exertion where is the greatest benefit fat reserves output is less than input a consumer machine holding onto whatever resources that can be earned spent up digested fed into the body what else comes close to the pampering resource spend on self the smells in the living room are getting out of control even with the window open cigarettes and rotting clothes building up a pungency of unpleasantness all about that kind of shit staying in your own room putting the mould build up outside where the infection is not as bad what ever happened to just eating the food you prepared or properly storing for later consumption how long does it take to devour pasta you could have made enough just for the evening in which you ate and then again some later for whatever ever nothing of the mind of conservation or offering around the waste of the individual the unthinking the ritualistic ego ploughing through on the tailcoats of excess not a wonder those without have begun a head hunt i feel the infuriation sitting within on this side of the delineation the well fed an opening via empathy of the possible position of disgust and anger welling up in those unfed upon lands that are pillaged or otherwise regaled to prop up listless piles of waste from a society that has given up on selection but breeds in absent mindedness