That sense of spinning, shredding doom you feel when you are
hungry and sleepy?
That’s a survival mechanism.
You are in danger.
Take it seriously.
Anyone who tells you otherwise is the danger.
It’s social control.
Don’t accept oppression.
Your anger is yours.
Don’t let anyone take it from you.
If you are hungry, only eat if you want to.
(If you can.)
If you are sleepy, only sleep if you want to.
Make your own damn decisions.
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Did you see that shitty neighborhood under the bridge back
there?
The judgement just rolls off you as you speed by.
How do you think it got that way? Bad people live there,
right?
Bad people
Who have no money
No grocery store
No car to get to the nice, tree-lined avenue, in the pale,
new addition where the store is.
No grocery store, because there is no money, no money, because
there are no businesses. No businesses because there is no money. No money, no
groceries.
And it spins and it spins.
And they are hungry and sleepy and doomed.
And you want to take away their anger with your condescending
bullshit.
You want to talk at them with your deep and beloved
ignorance.
Drive on, and fuck you.
