binary absolution

the job that kills us/the job that makes us stronger. your actual thinking/your best deadpan of a confused and deeply bitter monologue just prior to giving up. jokes/ inarticulate cries for help. an aging person's fear of progress/a developing intellect's appreciation of historical context. cultivating an interior life/fearing that grown-up social situations will bore you to death and becoming a shut-in.

death as feared/ death as release into eternal.the people you know as a mutually supporting network of being and becoming/the people you know as dead weight. pets as emblems and encouragers of love/pets as organic and ultimately disappointing toys.

art as vanity/art as essential nourishment. sex as desire/sex as fruition. books as enrichment/books as enablers of lonely imagining. computer love/computer anomie. loud music as spiritual cleanser/loud music as that shit you wasted your time on that's made you half deaf at a young age. life as human progress/ life as circular refeeding of broader kinetic or environmental process.

america as sinking ship/america as complex flawed progress. the religions of the world as vampires/the religions of the world as rescue ropes out of clinical isolation and feeble, inappropriate ritual.

let's go mets/let's go off ourselves. kids as enablers of love/kids as transforming incredible enablers of love/kids as destroyers of whatever attention span you might have had left. this case of more than a binary crashes the loop, feeble construct disappears in cloud of smoke.