What Is a Number If It Can’t Buy You?

by Grix

In this culture industry, one would expect to have one’s feelings manufactured, and be able to vomit them out at the most critical circumstances.

In this orgy of slaughterhouses and dollar bills, one would expect to have at all times either a knife or a necklace for best friend.

In this plantation of bourgeois morality one would expect People to be offended at something more than bad liars.

In this eschatology of treeless deserts equally divided between golf and concentration camps, one would expect us to have the courage to lose tact, to be ungrateful, to spit upwards and laugh, covered in our own saliva.