
NOT INTERESTED
Reality is just too harsh.
The American insurance salesman truly wants to believe he is doing a service, and will go to great lengths convincing himself this is so, all the while fully aware the house of cards is without substance.
The American car salesman tells his ignorant prospects of the greatness purveyed in the oceans of obsoletion sprawled across the asphalt horizon, the iconic image of a dinosaur civilization.
The American grocery clerk smiles a robotic smile as the psychologically-enhanced packages of chemicals and antibiotics are registered through the UPC scanner. The transfer from drone to clone of PVC-bound toxins is a snapshot of 21st century first - world existence.
The reality is just too harsh, which explains perfectly why we would never discuss it, much less near acting on it.
“How are you today?” asks the drone clerk.
The response is never, “Well, I just sold some thin air to a clone I pretented to care about. Then I idled an internal combustion motor for several hours, along with tens of thousands of other internal combustion motors, all jammed into an asphalt maze of clones attempting to get somewhere else to sell air to fellow clones. That tired me out, so I idled my internal combustion motor to this store, where I can use some of the proceeds from selling thin air to my fake new friends, to buy a colorful package of toxins that has been proven to psychologically provide me with a brief sense of worth and contentment, to hold me over until I am next able to sufficiently distract myself from reality.”
Responds the drone clerk, “Oh that’s nice. These colorful packgages of toxins are 2- for – 1 today, so that should make you feel even better about your existence of denial!”

PREFERS FANTASY
Reign, denial, reign – there is no other way. Keep fighting the “good” fight.
















