Once we were without food (more than once) There was food around in grocery stores kitchens restaurants dumpsters there was food around but we had none and we looked upon the bounty which was not ours and saw holy in it
We used to sleep outside on concrete and pavement in the dirt and grass There were beds around in mattress stores in bedrooms in jails but we had no beds Now we sleep in beds every night and each night it seems almost too comfortable
We used to be free and full of horror scraping busted roads with extended thumbs taking on midnight with whatever chemicals Dionysus endowed and whenever dreams came they were half-rotted and not without scream
Nowadays our bellies are full and you spend your time getting other people beds and food while I spend all my time wringing out the poisons inflicted by necrotic dreams
Everything is better now they say and I guess we should believe them what do we know?
People are eating trash right now. You should eat trash. It makes you stronger makes you bear hardship with aplomb makes your hands and heart grow rhinoceros hide. Eating trash makes you a brilliant kind of monster.
At my work there’s a lock on the dumpster. The combination is 8800 in case you want to eat Italian food trash.
My bosses lock up the trash because they don’t want you to be strong– because if you’re strong you’ll take back the world.
They like owning the world. They like telling people what to do. They want you to conform to their temporal framework and eat food before it passes into the designation of trash.
Their yuppie constitutions are too soft from years of eating gourmet food before it’s trash. They can’t handle it. They can’t get strong. They can only lock the dumpster which has the combination 8800.