the system stressed

intellectual astronauts and hedged have-nots left pinching and squeezing pennies from economics that work exactly as designed, psycho-babblingly crafted complexity to disguise how simple it all could be. and if it were anything else that outlived it's use, it would be shot with a quickness, according to uh, 'merican tradition: overkill, like the indigenous and law enforcement; elementary schools and movie theaters; the slave trade and eminent domain; ignorance and white privilege; talk about us and them. violently bound, forceful and civilly homogenous. karen and the bible belt want what's best for everyone, but fuck mental health, the immigrants, the welfare state, communists and snowflakes, and the inmates in our prisons? time will not only tell, it also shows. it demonstrates and dictates all at once. every dilated lifecycle we might ever know will always only be a thing that grows with-on it. our world is a vampire, but the universe is a barnacle, and i am an all-seeing sponge. deep stem extraction, fabled and haphazard- marching closer to where i think i will find god before death. and before i know it i am back where i started, as if i never left but a lifetime had passed since i was at home anywhere. even if you know the truth it still sounds good to feel it, and even if you can't see it all the time you know it's there, that nobody is special. not even the meek. it's just a numbers game when the bubble pops, dressed rehearsal apocalypse. don't blame me- i don't even work here, conscientiously abject.