Back at work on the first Monday of the new
calendar on the wall, and missed my first bus, but there’s two buses within two
blocks of my house so rushed to catch the second, but the app was wrong on
timing and I missed that one too. No worries, just walk to the downtown transit
station and caught the next bus the rest of the way work, and sat on the bus
with my man, and we conspired anti-work pro-art conspiracies together, under
the hum of the heating mechanism at the back of the bus. Hopefully nobody heard
us being anti-work at our Traditional White Motherfucker University which
employs us both. “Honest living” and “making a living” in this U.S. world are
hard to reconcile, as work life has been so extremely skewed towards thinking
of ourselves as machines which should remain productive at all times we are
hired. I’m not even close to a machine.
Anyways, if you are alive today and have to make a
living and are not one of the very few privileged enough to still afford
dreams, then demarcate your life with some art hopefully, sharpie the bathroom
stall, write a haiku on a notecard and tack it up to a pole somewhere, shit
even twisted aesthetics instagram pictures you did yourself are a feeble
artistic smack against business as usual. This manmade world does not give a
single fuck if we cultivate our actual creative nature, and the man vs. nature
dichotomy is in fact a poisonous way of thinking put into our heads to
propagandize us into believing we are supposed to be productive like machines.
We are not. We are supposed to fuck around and enjoy life.
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