what I could know on any subject can be generalized and fill a room. I know plenty but do sometimes have trouble articulating things in a manner of organized thought, so I seem to appear as banal as an hour long sea lion adventure where they all nap. I write music and prose and haiku and philosophy and even biography. I have been told I need to find one topic and stick with what I know. I did. I know human kind and what is boring and wrong and intricate and obtuse about it. I find most things really annoying about the topic of the top of the food chain and I perceive them to be the element of stain, a mar on the planet itself for their morose over-consumerism and unwillingness to conserve anything but their own physical energy.
Never has there been a species so hell-bent on finding ways to do nothing. Absolutely nothing. I think back on the old Disney (yes, kiddies I used momma's most hated dirty word!) archive film reels on the "future" and how some toaster will pop out of the cabinet all by itself and walk to the refrigerator and grab two slices of bread and slightly burn them only to go back to the cabinet and fetch peanut butter and jelly and spread them "just so" on the cooked bread and then walk, yet again, to you and chew it and regurgitate it into your mouth and massage your esophagus in the hopes that gravity will finish the job of drawing the food downward into your stomach where, god forbid, your body will internally...here it comes...go to work! We even made bread slicing machines! Golly gee dad? What do we need knives for anymore?? We would reinvent the wheel if some dumb sucker would suggest it (oops! damn-it I had to open my fucking mouth) and get the masses to back it up. No one listens anymore. No one pays attention to details or what their bodies are telling them to do. No one pays attention to their kids or their possessions, and no one gives enough thought on the person lying next to them let alone the sucker next door. I know enough about social evolution from the last almost half century to tell you that your peoples are not getting smarter. If this whole fucking place blows up or is infected compliments of your local elected officials, will you know how to light a fire with a stick and some lint and a piece of string?? *walks off to her kitchen to get a coffee she made using a press and not something that plugs in!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves
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