artinsomnia

imanShole

tv drones in the back ground. "sure, go ahead add more wieghts." i said while i smoked the half dead ciggarette. "rack em up". they did. of course they did. they come in when they please, the assholes. i didnt let them into this country. i didnt let them into my house. at least i dont have to feed them.

nailbed. on the nail bed with weights on my chest, a mush mouthed tele in the background calls out to me. "listen to me faggot....watch me you asshole, i have the goods in me....better not touch the remote. thinking bad, drooling good." the politics, the advertisement, the rotted drivel i hope has nothing to do with mainstream cultures oozes out of my tele. the fuckers cant do anything but add more weights to my chest. in fact, im pretty sure they actually like the box. i can literally feel my roots shrivel up and away from the world. how is it that we can all watch tv and feel a need to keep watching?


the tube. i want to kill you.

no message, sometimes id just like to drop everything. "more" i said to the faceless fucks. "more......more.......im stil breathing...." i should get up from this crapped seat and show them how to do thier own job. "dontb e afraid to keep adding...ive seen worse"

they dont get it. of course they dont. they arent paid to get it. but im not paying them.

the tube. the tele. the tv. how you relate to everything. im sure you massage my nerves of consumption. "finish school get job, buy car, find wife, fuck wife, have kids, grow older, divorce wife, die. if thats not your cup of tea how about getting a degree in nine months and get trapped in a shit job where yer shat upon everyday........BUT WAIT THERES MORE!"