we are in a class war.
free trade, freedom, free for all, free sample, free market, freewill, free time, free me, free
the majority of us use a sizable sum of our earnings on basic needs
soap, spices, and shit paper, just for survival,
plastics, a key icon of a modern age, simple, cheap, and versatile, now choke us.
we choose to be blind to our endless production and consumption.
we don’t question whether or not we need these material our lives drown in. From beginning to end.
eternal, never to disappear,
a need configured into a desire....
desire into a craving....
wishes and wants. grasping and thirst
prizes, gaining, winning, and leveling
save the planet, save water, save the princess, save me a seat, save the date, save gas, safe!, save up, save me one, save Mart, save the whales, save time, save money, save yourself.
art as violent nonviolence, a monkey wrench to put a spade in the shoulders of those trying to get paid off the backs that work
they reap and plunder the mass asunder and paste a trench of lies over lives
and yet we compare into despair, fight the wonder and cry for lumber under the number of protection from the notion of need and desire without a fire mixed with sorry and pain of a fear of the un-near unquestioning superiority
evolved from revolution into simple systems ultimately keep us connected, yet feeding a system of oppression that taxes our very existence
spend more time, pay the price, pay it forward, pay respects, pay per view pay pal, pay up payless pay day pay your way.
need. desire. nostalgia, and pressure for normality.