Choking up so much blood whenever I try to sleep, days of endless stabbing pains to make Saint Sebastian wince, less and less likely I’ll make it to my Ides of March birthday. Short of a dream date with the one actress I think I’m fine with all of it.
We never found the clit because it was omni-dimensional yet every last one of us saw himself as the steelgrip starkey of quantum mechanics nonetheless, celestial divinity oblivious to our smashing of atoms left and right as our magic screwdriver necessitated all the vodka. How about a bill for allocating resources toward removing living embryos faster, safer and cheaper than dead ones? Is pleasing everyone undemocratic? Liberty means what consenting adults do is nobody else’s business. Maintain the education and health of your constituents, not the vices of their worst. The pentagon loses trillions for masquerading destruction of life as peacekeeping. Without raising taxes, redirect some of its coffers so we’d achieve such a network without lingering strings financially/legally for the biologicals. Let life determine its own value and purpose. Let’s have the free market decide whether corporations indulging tax havens should endure without federal grants and subsidies, and divert that welfare towards accredited children’s homes and adoption programs and shelters for women and children nationwide. Or else, like the old surgeon general wrote, if it’s not human it is still valuable protein.
Our lives are denied meaning outside of worker, consumer, tax-payer or potential soldier, but if we try to end ourselves, taking back means of production to the Nth, that’s a felony. The system is no more logical than the mass-murderers, it just doesn’t care for competition. Governmental drone or not every gun-owner is terrified that there may be people out there as crazy as themselves. The only thing they defend is the arrogant misconception that any life could or should hold less purpose or value than their own. The only way things change is if we take it upon ourselves to talk our local gun-collectors back to Earth, to have their arms destroyed at the nearest scrap shop or metal yard. Help is NEVER coming from cops or gubmint. Lady Justice has never been ironic about her blindfold. We were all much better off before law enforcement when we’d just cast a pox or summon a demon to enact a subjective justice upon whichever hapless suckers cramping our style.
I’m opposed to lethal force regardless of circumstances, but non-lethal violence has its time and place, as it’s the only universal language and sadly the only language understood by too many, while nothing’s more subjective than love. Allow your enemies to suffer this world. If they prove strong enough to carry their guilt, as opposed to obliging their blames and burdens onto others as do all the icons and institutions our culture erroneously praises as heroic, then the human chain benefits by a new ally, neighbor, co-worker, friend or lover. Redemption is never a certainty, but as long as life remains the chance for it must have room nonetheless. You cannot love your country by condemning vast swathes of its numbers to a life less than yours, and you cannot love your god by obsessing over all the bits to its creation you would do without.
Those priorities are the clear danger of gated communities whether physical or metaphysical, they invariably come to mistake the mass of reality outside as being echoes emanating from their fantasy rather than all the fearsome things their fantasy allows no room. If beauty is indeed in the eye of the proverbial beholder, should a thing be flawless even without our sacrifices, especially without our sacrifices, then it is love that is subjective.
Half a million words in essays mostly proclaiming anti-death sentiments will eventually be the death of me. The alternative, sharing in a society where so many allow exceptions for those unable or unwilling to bend towards the right star makes a harsh climax no skin off my bone.