I wake up early. Not because I want to, but because I must. They "give" me "points" for lateness. At first, I thought the points were something cool. Like they were rewarding us for rebelling against the man. But that's not what it was at all. It was just another illusion. Even after waking up to the truth I'm still trapped in the house of wares.
the living world is filled with boundless mirth
a cold blanket envelops the whole earth
but poor oswald in the world of spirits
feels no more
figurately speaking, no mouth to speak of. speaking...
let me visualize something, no eyes to speak about, what can you see? only you me everything, nothing much nothing...
color me pink, yet what do I know of conceptions of pigment
fuck I know enough, i think,
im losing my head on this one,
couldn't see that coming
yet I can hear it so loudly
still trying to visualize
I can try
hence I'm me right?
something smells fishy
I get a whiff of something that has a deep fragrance
I don't care about any of this, but the person next to me won't stop cheering. It'd be rude not to at least pretend to care, so I do. I am at the stadium. This is a sporting event. My job is to be the cash register, because there are some things that humans are still better at than machines, and that is being human. I fake-smile. I count the change. I make sure that they only have two alcoholic beverages, until the match is past the halfway point -- then they get cut off. There is an order to all of this.
Set a blaze!
Warm at last.
No, he's right . . .
Smacking choco tacos.
Why won't he flee?
Why won't he hear me?
A fire is here!"
There's nothing to fear."