Yesterday's Maggots

 When I was yelling at the ticket inspectors I had no idea what these heroes are called. On Melbourne public transport you don’t have a ticket, you have a Myki card, which is a ticket you don’t buy from a human. Imagine buying a ticket from some piece of shit human being, imagine every train station being staffed by disgusting human flesh. Imagine getting on a tram and some stinking maggot approaches you, singing and smiling, and kindly asks you which slip of paper you need for your journey. It’s sickening to think that Melbourne’s public transport system was once overrun and infested and teeming with nice people in uniform whose only job was to help deliver you safely to your destination. Imagine how fucking soft people must have been.

We were like maggots. We walked into the local branch of our bank and presented our little book to a teller and we made our deposits and transacted a withdrawal. Like the worst scum who ever existed we smiled and thanked each other. Pathetic, we dragged our putrid carcasses to the checkout, where our shopping was packed into paper bags and even carried to our vehicle if we didn’t have enough arms. “I don’t have enough arms!” You would say matter of factly and assistance was immediately forthcoming. We were like leeches sucking the blood of society.

In the eighties a secretive circle of fascists got Margaret Thatcher into power in the UK and Ronald Reagan was eased into position in the USA by similarly driven clear thinkers. In Australia the ALP- hang on, the ALP? Aren’t they a labour party? Oh, that’s right, the CIA, who are everywhere, in everything, were up the ALP like colon cancer. Across the soft, weak English speaking world it was decided to remove the loathesome human element from as much of society’s interactions as possible, so the market could operate properly. 

Anyway, I just called them cunts. Or “You cunts”. You never get to talk to a human being until they come for you. How can you not flourish to your full potential under such a regime of pure creative limitlessness? You are being railroaded from birth to slot into a system that is built to destroy you, which is just extremely sexy isn’t it? The hotness of it all. The other day I slipped on the front steps and in retrospect it was probably because every flat surface in this city is constantly being sprayed with come. It’s a good thing we’re reducing any chance of face to face contact with another human being, because there’d be too much coming triggered by eye contact between people who are so permanently worked up by how great things are. But enough about hot, wet come dripping off everything and everyone, all the time.

If I just jerked off constantly, if that was the only thing I did, I would still be better placed to run this world than the fucking morons who are building a world where the only people you get to talk to are cunts. I mean, sure, these leaders are all cunts who only ever get to talk to other cunts, so it makes sense that their worldview is dogshit, but they’re even having a better time than we are. Blah blah blah, you know what’s real though and you make your life about family and friends, the people you love. Whatever, no one gives a fuck, loser. The people in charge are having a much better time than you, and trying to build a tiny bubble society to hide away in is exactly what they want you to do.

I have reached the end of the page and I don’t feel like being mean anymore today, so goodbye for now.