Status-Quo

Capitalism—being the least enjoyable means to an end this side of unnecessary detainment and torture—had been intellectually discarded decades ago in favor of utopian ranting, “existence”, and Lithium hot spring escapades. When you’re young, you get sad and high. Many a wee sprout becomes overwhelmed (if not discouraged) by the hand they’re dealt, lending to baby-faced hipsters an aura of spongy naivety that’s easier to pick out of a crowd than a flaming halo.

The brighter side of the situation is found whereby some times—in the silent light of a full moon—when the ripeness of the this fruity world reveals itself, we find ourselves able to perceive at last those truths that burn our eyes and turn our throats to raw sand, that moisten our palms and our brows as quick as lust, channeling instinct around the ego. Open the screen door. We aspire to lives spent stealing slivers of light reflecting from our lover’s warm eyes.

“As the collective mind is sleeping ever so fitfully, those fleeting streamlined answers are slicing, dismantling, and sabotaging ever so elegantly a patchwork “civilization” with brushstrokes.”

The continuum of apathy, oxymoronically enough, reeked of disconnectedness.