It's gonna be...

Honestly? Almost none of you should be "working" It's a false reality composed of habit and capitalistic and statist ideals of stratification. By material and resource standards the industrial era made it a physical reality that most people "working" are really just getting in the way or being exploited, or a combination of both. Unfortunately, this has carried on for so long that energy like fossil fuel hydrocarbons has also begun a depletion curve downward at an accelerating pace in line with Hubbert's predictions (globally since 2008 for conventional crude oil and especially with depletion curves for the array of desperate energy grabs of unconventionals like fracking spoils). Slavery has even made a comeback, and I'm not speaking figuratively. As it stands, Amnesty International and other organizations estimate around 50 million enslaved humans worldwide and we've been able to estimate where most of them are from and where they're being trafficked and exploited. It may even become a physical reality that we will need to revert to much older technological levels in order to sustain population levels. Think horse-drawn carriages, bicycles, trains, wood-fired engines and stoves, and even communal collection of latrines/bedpans. It's less likely people will wake up and spread awareness before entropy draws us further away from the bounties and possibilities of this brief boom and flash of a golden era-- but it's not impossible. I wish it were that way. Not just a hypothetical potential. It might be one of the only things keeping me alive the past decade.

personally i think you should be able to afford a place to live with a part-time job

'If you don't like graffiti look away like you do for genocide"

Seen in Austin, Texas

Can you imagine how poetically tidy a noose is compared to what someone like me is allowed? Haha. To continue to live. Enjoy the warm garbage smell on the city sewer/storm-drain breeze. Maybe start yoga again so you can embrace it in the deepest part of your soul and lungs.

A lighthouse? Don't even have vaulted ceilings! HAha. A noose seems like euthanasia. Like a proper cocktail, not like cheap tequila in a plastic bottle sitting on a dirty curb looking over your shoulder for the Karen guard of the police state. To continue to live means you might as well be dead. This sort of life. Undignified.

Not quite like premature ejaculation. Nope. A bit like having my room a mess, or the house, or even like living in a neighborhood or part of town you wouldn't feel too proud of bringing them over to. Because you have no idea how much it has nothing to do with her being insufficient. That's not it, and even if she's not for me she can never be ordinary or below average. A bit like the house is the world, a bit like the part of town is the galaxy or cluster. Mind the genocide, just feel free to shove it off the bed a little over onto the other genocide. Insert Disney Goofy meme, "Damn girl, you live like this?" You all do. I want my telomeres longer than my cock. Tree ring trunk wider than your borders. Slow down, no. Wait, go faster, just look me in the eyes. Not here, not like this. I would rather die alone. Insert scene from Huxley's Brave New World after the lighthouse, adjusted for taxes and inflation, which in this economy would get you a quick nut with no lube and that annoying rough texture of your own palm, a cheap corporate cigarette and some smog before a messy crude suicide. No sea breeze, and heckling more obnoxious than seagulls.

Utopia in the zombie renaissance.

Gillian Anderson - Rolling Stone Magazine [February 1997] Photography by Mark Seliger

something like spring

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Dragonfly fossil, 250-300 million years ago with 2 ft. wingspan.

Pantera - This Love

Your heart is like a fortress You keep your feelings locked away Is it easier? Does it make you feel safe? You wander through the darkness Of wilderness behind your eyes I know you’re afraid But you gotta move on Every fortress falls It is not the end It ain’t if you fall But how you rise that says who you really are So get up and come through If ever your fortress caves You’re always safe I believe I know you Yet, I don’t truly know myself I pray you won’t feel as alone as I have felt I don’t want to fail you so I tell you the awful truth Everyone faces darkness on their own As I have done, so will you Every fortress falls It is not the end It ain’t if you fall But how you rise that says Who you really are So get up and go through If ever your fortress caves You’re always safe in mine The Earth spins round the sun And behold Everything happens Every night that falls prey to sunrise If your fortress is under siege You can always run for me If your fortress is under siege You can always run Every fortress falls It is not the end It ain’t if you fall But how you rise that says Who you really are So get up and go through If ever your fortress caves You’re always safe in mine Come on through

‘The major cause of pollution in the U.K. is no longer industry, and no longer sewage pitfalls, harmful and poorly regulated as these are. It’s farming. Overwhelmingly, the worst farm pollution is caused by livestock, particularly dairy cows. Where milk production is concentrated, our rivers are dying. In Wales, for example, the collapse of sea trout populations maps neatly onto the distribution of dairy farms.

There are similar situations throughout the rich world. Farm waste - especially from livestock farms - has in many wealthy countries become the biggest cause of water pollution. This holds true even in Ireland and New Zealand, which have invested heavily in marketing what they call their ‘pure’ food. Dairy farming in New Zealand devastates river life, threatens native fish with extinction, contaminates groundwater and closed beaches by feeding blooms of toxic algae in the sea.

Even in China, blighted by industrial pollution, pig manure now seems to be main cause of lake and river death. The Global Standard Livestock Farm created the Global Standard River: over-fertilised and hostile to all but a handful of species.’

George Monbiot, Regenesis: Feeding the World Without Devouring the Planet

That one Richard Dawkins meme with his t-shirt saying “We are all…” Except it has been edited to say “You are all assholes…”