it's late at night and what could i want. what could i possibly want from my time. i'm staring into my fishtank out of a lack of knowing what else to do. wondering what i'm working for- to support this little peace of fitfully riding time until i have to give myself up again to inane chores to go on going on. i'm amused at "life," this little waiting for cancer of the asshole or random violence to render all one's dreams and being meat. eating to shit, living to bury myself. living to live, never having known how to escape my anger at the pointlessness man has made of existence. we watch the animals and observe their behavior with a patronizing air when all in our world is controlled by business which renders the human condition, in any way it could be experienced, nothing more than a chain of commodities, a slavery to values worse than those the animals know no better to transcend. ----but we COULD. but business has locked us in to these values in every level of our functioning. man has confined himself to the definition of businessman while pretending to pander to lofty spiritual ideals. we butt our heads for territory, we preen ourselves and battle for dominance. observe the human animal in its natural habitat- it's martial law and your life is the meat you must put up for sale on that chopping block

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