How Far Will Our Souls Bend?

It’s a beautiful day outside, and I find that life becomes immediately boring when you no longer control anything. Of course, control is rather illusory, as it only exists for as long as it would like, and vanishes the moment it seems most desirable. Control can be purchased with money, but when you have money, control isn’t necessary, and when money is scarce, one desires control. In a sense control is money. So really money is illusory, as it only has values because of the almost unanimous agreement that it has value. As soon as enough people change their minds, money will no longer be in control. So control is really an agreement on something that, quite frankly, hasn’t been fairly discussed.

Come to think of it, the very existence of money as a means of control is absurd. It’s a creation that gets all of its value because it represents something else, and it represents something else because you and I agree that it does. This seemed preposterous, so a generation of Americans went into $60k of debt, hoping to attain something more useful than money. The irony, of course, is that in order to make money, we all had to pay for something that we could not afford without the very object we were paying for. That is to say, in order to make money, it helps to have a college degree. With a college degree, it becomes possible to pay for college. And I might go to college and fail to get a job! I have to shell out the $$ just to have a chance. So really, going to college is like gambling. People call it an investment because they would rather live lies than reality.

College is like gambling, only it’s worse. In gambling, you can only lose what you have. In college you gamble 40, 50, or 100 thousand dollars on a degree. Seems more like a trade than a gamble? Well, not if your college proceeds to open your eyes to the evil of money. My college did something like this. They gave me lots of candy. And when the candy had taken complete control over my life, they told me that candy was a drug, and that I ought to fight against it. Of course, one must wonder why they waited until the drugs had taken all control, and why they went about giving me this information in such a sadistic way.

Information learned in college: people die every day because other people, like Americans (you and me), are selfish. Solution: give up the “American dream and make change!” Make change. You weren’t kidding. Turns out important things aren’t worth more than pocket change. I know because those good things make a living on pocket change. People only pay you to do things like feed gluttons and watch the poor die hungry... How sad.

Now pay up, Bucko! I want my 60k’s. I don’t care if you have to kill babies, just give my money. Yes, of course I’m against abortion, but I’m more against you not paying up! What’s that? You want to save young children… Does it pay? Oh no, we have an activist on our hands. It seems like that college actually gave him some good ideas. Make sure not to pay him much for that little non-profit work. That will keep him from making any important changes.

You got some great skills kid. I hear you want to make a positive change in the world. If you help me destroy the world for a few years, then we will let you go free to save the world in any way you desire. But you are going to have to have a car to work this job, and nice business suits. And you will enjoy our golfing trips on Sundays. Don’t worry about the poor now, brother. We’ll take care of you nice and good. You’ll forget about those dirty people on the side of the road. By the way, they chose their path in life. Apparently they weren’t into golfing, business suits, money, killing babies, or eating candy. Everyone knows it’s much easier to access all the candy you want when you where a business suit and make the Big bucks. What’s that? People are dying, yes, you’re right. It’s a harsh world out there. God sure did bless America. I wonder what the hell the rest of this world did to deserve such misery. We better fill up on what God gave us pal. It would be utterly sinful to deny such blessings, and waste our time wishing some hobo could indulge for more than some change.

“Other-Worldly Love”

There is love sobbing salty monologues
on Tsunami’s scathed beaches, and Katrina’s
soul leeches, and Nature’s rebellious future.

There is love in graffiti sticking to city side streets,
causing every city walker to acknowledge sweet,
sweet vandalism.

There is love in the throbbing of bell towers
on every hour hammering every ear to remind
souls that Forever is passing and forthcoming.

There is love in the blind man’s eyes—
Where people rot, in the sun-dried belly
where music is a prolonged funeral march.

There is love where grass has forgotten
that rain wasn’t always bloody bullets.
There is love in bullets.

There is love
loving death to deaths end.
Come and see
where love is real
and doesn’t know any end.