Haiku Week III

Monday: Tiny raccoon child sits on its bed and jams to lo-fi hip hop beats.Tuesday: Transphonic images try to use their chess magic to find a dead name.Wednesday: Dollar Tree declined my part-time application. I can't work weekends.Thursday: Sold my PS4. When you are in poverty, you only own words.Friday: Follower counts show just how many people look but don't leave a cent.Saturday: Words With Friends is nice. The game... not actual speech... My chats are empty.Sunday: What happened to being excited for new Hellboy? The critics drain us.Additional Words:

This week was not a good one. I have been flip-flopping back and forth between motivation and surrender. Working for capitalist companies for a living is so soul consuming, it snuffs out any energy to go towards things that matter. Notice how people's passions are usually things that enrich the culture of the world; such as art or civil movements for progression. Without energy, we complete nothing. Unless our passion is rowing the corporate boat, it's discouraged; art? Only accepted if you make it to an advertisement field or large entertainment for paying consumers. Civil movements sadly also follow this rule... just type in "Pepsi commercials controversy" into YouTube search. Yeah. See.

Many artists even consider creatives that have gone corporate or *cough* "Sold Out" *cough* to be the expectation for success. Those artists are SUCCESSFUL for being branded by a company! What a bizarre concept! In all honesty, creatives in those fields that find success that are in fact, living the dream, are making a living doing a craft they enjoy (at least for a little while until they will get sick of being limited or under-appreciated by said employer). That's where my personal struggle kicked my gut this week. I work for Macy's Distributional Warehouse; manual labor, for an over-ruling company that claims to have diversity policies, but only when it is profitable to do so. Mass companies are not your friends. They aren't people to start with, they want the money in your pocket, and saying some stuff that you like politically makes them look like a charity, not a clothing store that doesn't practice fair trade. ANYWAYS, I want to say "screw you," and start enhancing the world's culture, but my energy after working says "give up, roll over, get your paychecks until you're eating dirt." That's how my week has been.