Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. It is warm. It is pleasant. Waco is referenced by the glowing box. There are dark memories of Ruby Ridge. Later there is a lady on the bus who hears vibrations. She has premonitions of the conversation she is currently having with whoever is on the other end of the phone perhaps herself from another dimension from the past from the future a ghost her father. Then he walks through a fake world manufactured out of virtual blocks. Miley Cyrus has not been in the news. Does she still exist or does she wither like the old gods or fade like the mcfly children on a Polaroid photograph when she is not being discussed? He drinks a hazelnut coffee and eats a banana and meets President Carter. He draws a long long line on a large large piece of paper that takes him an hour in large circles circling from the edges of the paper round and round until he is at the very centre of the large large piece of paper it is an easy easy maze just a very very long and tedious one to navigate if you ever happen to get stuck in the middle which is unlikely because it is only a spiral on a piece of paper.
He drinks a cup of butter toffee coffee. It smells nicer than it tastes and tastes marginally worse than it sounds. Larry the Cable Guy explodes as he sells a pill to help you keeping eating the shit you want to eat so that you can keep shitting and your heart will scream but it will go on living even though it’s begging to die. The UN Ambassador to Ukraine is having a hard day. Struggling from interview to interview he does not know what is happening in the next five minutes so finds it very difficult to concentrate on the fate of his country. He eats fish and drinks wine. He meets Jesus. He watches hypocrisy. He recognizes it because he sees it in the mirror every day. The President talks about Pope Francis. He is a fanboy. The pope is unimpressed. There is corruption in both houses. Uniforms and murder and deceit and deviance and chocolate fondue parties. God cares for nothing except himself because he is everything. He is necessarily selfish because there is no distance between him and the other. he is the other. He is the same. he is the difference. He is the spaces in between and the in-between. He hears the background noise of chewing on human flesh. Something is eating the world. Something that cannot be seen when looked at directly but it is eating slowly and resolutely without pause and without regret. He is perturbed as he pretends to fall asleep.
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