dawn

A little secret, just between us,

I don’t actually have a desire to torture people or to hurt them. I just like thinking them up.

And I’ve heard numerous public people say some shit along the lines of

“You shouldn’t worry about what other people think of you”

Then I watch them get ssssuper pissed off over a handful of topics.

It’s fascinating.

(To me…)

Opinions are like assholes, everybody’s got one

(And they all stink)

How cool is technology?

You really can entertain yourself for like,,ever.

You can turn off the input and keep the output going.

And I could see being jealous of a job, I could not see letting words get to you.

Or thoughts.

Or topics .

Or Opinions.

And I think the world really is a stage.

ANd I cannot,for the life of me, I cannot see why people care so much.

I understand getting the species into space, that makes sense,,

But for fucks sake, be picky with the DNA.

For the love of buttfucking bacon, weed us out, send us through a sifter and get the mother fuck god damn rid of most of us.

If you ever heard anything I had to say,,

Jesus fuck popsicle stick,

Be picky.

DO not let these parts traverse the stars.

Look at us..

Just take a fucking look.

Listen to us..

Please send the better ones.

Please send the best…

Let the rest of us monkeys ruin this place, let us run it into a psychological shit-heap, let us jack off and laugh at farts, let us rub lukewarm lasagna on our genitals and claim purpose…

Fuck my life,,,

When we start to reach for the stars, please leave the rest of us behind.

ANd do not mourn, oh no, do not spend two goddamn seconds being sad for what remains on this rock.

Don’t be sad for a flood.

Or an asteroid, or a plague .

Or a self imposed…I dunno,,death..

You can’t say that humans are the “worst”,, but just going off the numbers,,

The majority is.

And they don’t deserve to live…sad face…

But..

The ones that matter wouldn’t matter without the major masses of matter.

Meaning, mostly mopes and morons meander mindlessly.Milling about,maneuvering misanthropic media..

Little messages, little signs, faint whispers telling you the truth.

Nothing new.

No new nuance in the numbers game.

Same as it always was.

If you don’t trust it, I dunno, I guess that’s on you. ANd the things you admire change, over time, the things you daydream about or the fictions you spin in your own mind.

You would French kiss yourself if you could.

You would tongue blast your own bootie hole, in front of a floor length mirror, and you’d videotape it, and you’d watch it in slow motion.

Then you’d post it to your socials ,

Then you’d extract your self-worth by what other people think..

How they “respond” to your stupid ass.

How much reaction you got…

Because you’re stupid.

Because you’re stupid, and vain.

ANd you’d listen to your own voice until you were deaf.

And that’s modern existence

(In the west)

Yes,,,in the west.

In the east you’re making technology .

In the east you’re saluting the State.

In the Middle East you’re fighting over dead gods.

In Africa you’re fighting off aids, which was likely spread by some white mother fucker and his conspiracy.

In South America?

You be fuckin.

Those people do be doin a lot o’ fuckin.

Praying to a catholic god..

Hot take—

I kinda like how quiet and solemn a catholic mass is.

I like that it’s ritual and appears to be self reflective.

Still silly, still silly as fuck, but none of that Pentecostal apocalypse bullshit.

Lose the child molestation and I’d give it a whirl.

The choir can go too, that shit creepy.

Give me,,hmmmmm

Silent prayer,,,confessional on demand,,and ritual..

I’d consider giving you a tenth of my cocksucking mother fucking money,,,if you gave me those things

(Without a ridiculous story)

Soooo Buddhism???

(I said without a ridiculous story)

You better hope that one isn’t real, cause I’m gonna come back and fuck shit up lolol.

(Or you’re paying for what you did in a past life??)

Eeesshhh….

Possible… I guess…

Or we’re on a rock flying through space and the only real God is Math.

It is mathematically certain that my life and your life had to play out EXACTLY like it did.

It is mathematical certainty.

There’s no other way it could go.

(So…fate by numbers?)

Fuck it, why not?

It’s no more crazy than what any of the other fools believe.

And I’m not killing people over it.

No suicide vest, no synagogue bombings, no bulldozing the homes of families and taking their shit..

I’m worshipping numbers bitches.

“Make a joyful noise, unto the equation”

For liberty and justice for all.

One nation, under integers,

(Multiplication)

Math is pretty fuckin relentless, no doubt… no days off for math.

Math stable as a mother fucker.

No opinion, no mood,, no crybaby shit,,Just math.

Big steaming pile of math…

(Sounds like a pretty solid candidate for god)

Too solid.

Not enough mystery in it for us dummies…

Can’t worship math..