the shit ya read
some of it turns a crank like a meat grinder organ grinder chimp bangs their tin cup on your skullbeating
you senselessinto submission
provokes a keen idea
“. . was not a samurai spirit.
Like most of common humanity, she would cling to life until the last
undignified moment.”
let
that sink in for a moment as he did
let undignified stick its nervy tentacles
into your sensesdig into your eyes lacerate your tongue slither down your throat
gagging you cant draw a breath choke piss an shit yourself
“Hoping for some miracle. Begging for mercy.”
he replies to her “. . every time I take a
life, I know the value of it.”
“The value of it. The value
of a human life. . It has no value, intrinsic to itself . . Machines cost
money to build. Raw materials cost money to extract. But people? You can always
get more people. They reproduce like cancer cells . . They are abundant . . Why should they be valuable? . . Real human flesh is cheaper than a machine.
It’s the axiomatic truth of our time.”
he bookmarked those passages so he wouldnt lose them
they were awful truths?
granted it was a scifi
but scifi
has a propensity of foretelling the future it almost singlehandedly erases our plausible deniability that we feebly want to cling to murmur ignoranceya dont get to say you were
ignorant because ya chose not to be informed
he struggled imagining ignorance
he tried as best he could to
extend his nerveendings outside his body exceeding his skin that buffered them
looking like a simian pincushion a riled porcupineHA hedgehog bristled so that he couldnt movehed snap off
quills expose firing synapses overwhelm neurons sear and cauterise the
convolutions that rippled his brain
he couldnt be informed enough
he parsed
fact from fiction from disinformation from propaganda honesty from dishonesty he knew the value of the produce hawked at the
marketplace of ideas
when he was really irritated he wore an black RVCA t-shirt CURE IGNORANCE etched above a hand holding an
opened book
yah the shit ya read
1054, Sunday,
22 4. 18
