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Odes and Observations

by sober becky

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1.
Read a book about a man canning crabs on a ship Full of other disillusioned communists Achieving a reform through resist Receiving a victory far too short lived The ship sailed on across the sea Long kill the company I've got a perfect chat room identity but I spend too much time staring blankly at the screen we're not really who we pretend to be But if I'm not pretending than I'm not really me We're trading progress for humanity Turning the human into a machine Another sacrifice in the name of the company But I cant buy happiness from a vending machine Konnichiwa kanoshi85. Critically diagnosed with just being alive We could end our misery Together and somewhat honorably Meet me at the subway station, we'll end our frustration There's no going back when you're splattered on the train And half still stuck on the track We're trading progress for humanity Turning the human into a machine Another sacrifice in the name of the company But I cant buy satisfaction from a vending machine Shinto offers no salvation in the end While, fat Buddha's sticky palms are always outstretched for my yen Faith is a dead end, what can I turn to instead? Now I'm tired and I just cant wait to be dead I could throw myself from a window thirty stories tall Shrug my shoulders stiff and fall They'll quarantine the city block, scrape me off of the sidewalk like chewing gum Or is it easier to just get a gun? We're trading progress for humanity Turning the human into a machine Another sacrifice in the name of the company But I cant buy happiness from a vending machine
2.
Some guy over lunch said: “Future wars won’t be fought over oil; they will be fought over air” He had a shining bald spot and white hair In the future maybe wars will be fought over free time They will be fought over DNA and who owns the rights to mine The way my chromosomes align (etc) That guy having lunch ate: A soup, a salad and pad thai He was talking about war to his friend – some other old guy And I was listening from the kitchen Cleaning up plates and people’s table scraps Pondering the stupidity of plastic wrap, and other immortal bits of trash Once a night I feed the dumpster Once a week a truck takes it away And they’ll pile it up and we’ll leave it there For other people to deal with some other day Because the future is still too far away Although this may well be the last war we will ever wage It all seems too far away to change.
3.
300 Feet 01:30
I’m standing here, looking up three hundred feet Standing here looking at two thousand years Standing here, wondering how many like me, have stood here looking at this very tree Probably, the oldest living being I will ever meet So much more than ass-wipe and magazines So much more than a victory to be cut down I’m standing here, looking at a two thousand acre farm The top soil is all but gone, there are pesticide run-off ponds And the aquifer is all dried up, depleted beyond repair.... Soon to be pipelining water from the great lakes of Canada to there But here were too distracted to care and we’ve got better things to riot about (Hockey games and MC hammer) I’m driving down eight lanes in a midnight semi truck parade Weaving through trailers packed with green tomatoes and ethylene gas, wonder bread and weapons Just passed another army base But I will just drive by I am now desensitized To California’s roadside I’m standing here, looking up three hundred feet Standing here looking at two thousand years Standing here, wondering how many like me, have stood here looking at the final three percent
4.
Walter 02:43
Walter sitting by himself, is looking at the shit lined up on his shelf Wondering, when he dies where will it go? But Walter knows it will just go to the dump Walter is getting pretty angry, considering the illusion sold that he is free. Free to live within a boundary imposed by exclusive, rich royalty Too many lifetimes deep, to recognize The cage that’s built around our lives Born into mandatory captivity, to use their designated routes, slave to their colonies. So Walter thinks, what a bunch of dinks! Bloated briefcase toting idiots who think exclusively financially, deficient logically, morally empty. A bunch of corporate droids, CEOs, doing exactly what they’re told to In a global, reckless competition And we’re all being dragged down with them. So Walter thinks, well fuck this. From now on, I reject it. Seek my colonial conditioning and I’ll finally eject it No imperialist pig will be telling me My identity Subordinate dependency And Walter says in the end I guess we’ll see What snuffs us out first, Nature or Greed.
5.
It’s hard to resist the temptation of my self induced expiration When the more I see, the more it makes me want to give up and run away. Maybe my consciousness is just a waste of mind Talking to walls of weak excuses I’m worrying, wondering what the use is If everyone is capable of selective seeing In order to sustain a luxurious state of being As if there’s no impending peril if it can’t be seen yet And the more I see the more it makes me Want to give up and run away Maybe an effort is just a waste of time. But at least Some ones trying In response to prevailing blind complicity I find I’m sacrificing my own earthly responsibilities In order to achieve comfort socially or find I am left lonely Pointless Purposeless Trivial time Well I am still breathing So it’s still worth trying To overcome the trap of persistent distraction Preventing my ideas from evolving into action Well I am only one small crumb And who will see what I get done? No one but me will see the world that I see We are all alone And all almighty Creators, composers of Life, existentially The more I see the more it makes me want to get up and do something Maybe my pessimism was just a waste of time
6.
Today I see, I’m one of way too many. Today there are not enough bees. Today there’s just too many of me. And I wonder, when I go, will I go alone? Or will we all die at the same time? Today I’m alive. Fondly pondering the end of this civilization. A collapse. A liberation. A collapse. Ecological emancipation. And I’d like to be able to say I had a little more to do with sending it on its way out the door. Unless a nuke falls first. In which case, the resulting scenario would be much worse. We’ll try, we’ll all try to survive. It won’t be long before it’s realized. That we were robbed of our animal abilities, when shaped into socially productive machines. And we will probably be eaten by other human beings. Anyway, back to now... To blame I look to everyone else But I just see myself, waiting to see who will act first, first before me
7.
Problems 02:03
8.
Disconnect 01:49
I am getting by on disconnect from what I can’t adapt to yet I am actively in separation Emotional removal from the situation A stark display for me to grasp how temporary we are Still I am denying the permanence of dying I think it’s a response innately engrained to cope with Tragedy - contrasted with the capacity to cherish other living beings Connect through and belong to Need and value I guess it’s an indication of LOVE and how far removed I was From vital, elemental cycling through of Build up, break down Me and you are mere accessories to
9.
Moths 03:02
You can go outside and eat the moths Drawn to the kitchen light I’ll stay inside tonight, Here, where I’ve spent most nights of my life You can wake me up at four Puking in my bed I’ll kick you outdoors but You can come back again And I can pretend That time has not passed and this won’t end You’re a master of living mindfully All you need is within reach All you know is all you see Well I’ll come back to you again And I can pretend That time has not passed and this won’t end You still represent The days that I have spent Forming, wondering what might be ahead my dreams all still boldly big, not humbled, still in reach Fantasies I still retreat to and hope that I won’t lose Well I’ll come back to you again And I can pretend That time has not passed and this wont end
10.
SARS 02:30
Lately I've been preparing to deal with all that's been scaring me I am ready to succumb to the swine flu, SARS and to anthrax and terrorist attacks Lately I've been getting prepared, for I am fucking scared I am ready to pay any tax, to save me from bombings and hijacks, and people on crack Lately I've been acting a bit like a sheep, with dogs snapping at my feet Lately I've been thinking about planes in the sea They haven't found any wreckage yet but I read, that they received a bomb threat Lately I've been listening to corporate news on channel two They're warning me of a foreign enemy which clearly is nigh and really coming this time Fear, an efficient means, employed to manage me Securing my state loyalty with fake depictions of a world I'll never really see.

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released October 23, 2014

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