Over the Air

radio waves clench and unclench, chew words & spit pits—

if a revolution fails in the forest does it make a sound?

shhhhhhh

nothing changes*

red-pilled podcasters' laughter = fart bubbles in a bath tub

what are we doing?

does death subtract (-) or is death additive (+)

can i trust the

((( void )))

will it save me in the end?

carry the 8; carry the weight of this equation

compassion drives me, but rubber rarely meets the road because these tires are so fucking tired

shhhhhhhhh

what do you mean, "the rest is silence"?

my grandma ended her own life. she'd been an ER nurse for decades. she was in pain. she waited until after they gave her morphine, then pulled out her oxygen tube when no one was looking...

i tune the radio and all i hear is: "eatsleepfuck" on repeat across every channel

shhhhhhhhhhhh

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE FUCKING POINT.

i make art, write my guts out; it makes the pain feel meaningful; it makes me feel like (capital 'T'?) truth exists; it makes me feel like Orpheus' songs aren't at the bottom of a landfill, just buried in the marrow; it makes me feel like life is... okay, not worth it, but bearable (the morphine);

but, but, but; but

how many words are wasted on the ignorant; how many thrown-away drafts are discarded brilliance; how many steps did Orpheus take to literal hell and back only realize the trip was worthless; how many lives are wasted—erased—by bombs i pay for with my tax money that i can't not pay; how many people have ever lived; and how many times will someone not make it out of this life alive before we all realize we're mortal;

how many how many how many

*nothing changes nothing

but also

nothing changes...

the rest is static

shhh