In black armbands we followed the horse cavalcade. Black feathers adorned head-dresses on two black horses, pulling a black hearse bearing a black coffin. Such a grand honourable send off, for such a despicable man. Black turned the skies too, shards of lightning led thunderous drumrolls from the heavens. Black umbrellas were erected swiftly to protect black hats from the rain. The horses whinnied, as from the ether a black cart riding on blue flame approached. The cart bore a black cat of unimaginable size, it’s eyes aglow, it’s dagger fangs bared. In a flash of violence the coffin lid was shredded and with a menacing hisss the Kasha hauled the hell bound corpse away.
I am laying watching the wood, the panels on the ceiling. The grain moves in watery motion, I see ripples and waves, I see fish tails, countless eyes and bubbles floating above me. Like when the wood was tree.
The alpha male has always been a big threatening bully, a repugnant peacock of an animal, a violent overbearing egotistical thug of questionable at best values, a striding beast of a thing, trampling the fey and feminine, pissing on all in false ownership, one who wallows in their own testosterone, a swaggering bastard, a palaeolithic creep.
The thing that makes expensive cars expensive is, they cost more. If you find yourself envious of an expensive car, a supercar or hypercar, remember they are largely the same as a cheap car, you will find all the same parts, it will sit in traffic much the same, the switches will have been borrowed from a cheaper car, you will also find the cheap car is perversely more reliable. The supercar will be beautiful to your eyes yes, yet beauty is free for all to see. The cars are expensive, as many things are, to keep them from poor people’s hands, to give meaning to being rich, for exclusivity. If everyone could buy one, they would no longer be special. Being rich relies on feeling special about just doing the ordinary with phoney twinkles on.
An open mind is a wonderful thing, they should all be open, to the closed of mind we have help for you, we have chisels and crow bars and claw hammers for you. Soon your minds will be open, free to know what love is, what care is, what humanity is, what pain is..