The future was now just then.
Keep your head down, finish your vegetables, keep your hopes and dreams to yourself.
You’re young. You’ll get over it.
Once you get laid.
Once you get a really nice paycheck.
Moving forward along with the laws of man and physics.
You’ve become an unstoppable cancer in the expansion era of a species programmed eat and fuck itself to salvation.
The proteins we produce.
The cells we feed eachother.
Farms of human limbs waving bye bye as wind turbines chop digital breeze.
I needed a break from it all but…
They’re all booked up over at the amniotic fluid spas.
I had a gift certificate and everything! God damn, I can’t catch a break.
I need some new friends. They’re all at radio activists anonymous. Fucking junkies.
The microwave has therapy every Thursday and this weekend it has the toaster and clock radio while her ex-hand mixer is out of town with a new iPod.
Mom and Dad haven’t left their cryo-pods in like 5 years or so. Even still, I can’t stand to hear them wax paranormal. They’re convinced I’m the ghost of the child they raised.
I laugh to myself but there really is no joke to be told.
No wine to be shared amongst family. Functioning or in disrepair.
All I have are these damaged appliances and a sweeping view of an apocalypse landscape.
And you, my beloved child.
I brought you into this world, and have held myself back from taking you out since the day you were born.
You don’t deserve the dark bounty you’re destined to inherit.
It’s the sadist in me that keeps you here.
