nothing to be found in the fast food lane scrolling up and down swiping left and right the evidence for salvation is a guiding light but al i ever hear is the fear of a time when the sun dont shine and the wind dont blow all these raw materials come out of the ground and we dont like mines round our neighbourhoods so we shut them all down pay too little to foreign bureaucrats to have their slaves bury themselves alive for our desire for a piece of germanium and a tonne of titanium we could do the hard work now and improve the future or we could just fuck ourselves up our arses and have no future
we have to sing into a jar like to see you squeal owe me sixty bucks indeed and you want to give to me in tips ouch you realise i am obliged to share the contents of that jar with all my colleagues so you would not really be paying me back in full transferring the inner conscience awareness into transcendental meditation one with the moment lost in the present no occupied thought past nor future nothing but the perception of now the movement of the river of which i am a drop of water within relax simply lax no need for content creation no need for passing back over i is content filled to overflowing
were you really a whore
in a way
which way
in the classic doing what it takes to make a profit way
you had a job
i have always had a job ever since you came along
i made you a whore
no i did my whoring before you came along, you made me a teacher
not for profit?
not for profit
everything up for grabs nothing comes is easy change is the only constant but the change you talk of is different so anthropic as if this arrangement of flesh is not bound to all other arrangements of flesh that make the world as if we are the whole world itself we are of the world we are a part of the world as much as we can change that is all we need to change
pushing the timeline into the night just outweigh the desire for sleep these little bodies are high energy burnouts all invested in the moment and then just collapse into sleep whenever they can wherever they are they lack the discipline not yet have the ritual of a day to navigate through know not the importance of the sun so we will take the time we can get while they are napping without the resources of addictive alleviation the supplicant of sleep deprivation will serve as customary creative cream
i need a hand
how about a smile
i want your eyes
you eat too much
hand eyes and ears thank you very much daddy