efficient listless pushupull

and above every cheekbone raised higher than most i see those dead black eyes. every time i sit here swimming in excess and familiar fondness my gut aches with nervous hunger, my eyes start to droop but i do not know where to lay down. i do not know when to lay down. 

these past 2 days i have consumed cynicism and genius that at least a lifetime ago freshly inked the musty pages i now hold. he speaks of a country that is failing, that has been established in hatred and disease and merciless power thirst. he was glad to have seen what he'd seen, because it showed him exactly what he didn't want. i empathize now - daily the air grows progressively more toxic from daybreak to sunset. by the time i'm ready to sleep my lungs are thickening in a vain attempt to evolve. 

surely by now we have either moved in one direction or another? progress or digress, surely? it has been a good 6 decades. surely these violent revolutions and bloody wars have made some sort of forward step, some impact that isn't just the freedom to other than the freedom to use newer, shinier, more efficient gadgets that in no way promote the growth of the human animal?

the cyborg will prevail. cultural upheaval is commonplace in the post-modernist void, whether or not one questions what one is fighting for.