No black Friday just black thought. Being broke on THE
BIGGEST MANUFACTURED SHOPPING DAY OF THE YEAR is some weird late capitalism
emotional fail triggering shit. Luckily it’s just the first of a big week of
rollout of Small Business Saturday and Cyber Monday and Giving Tuesday and who
knows what the fuck else because my shitty email account inbox is blowing up
with MIND-BLOWING OFFERS that mean nothing to me. Fuck this system, a dying
empire squeezing blood from stones. I know some people are actually comfortable
(or else all this would not be happening) and I am simultaneously torn between
wanting to somehow gain artistic support from these people while also actively
wishing for collapse of this empire. I’d say I’m in a vulnerable frame of
consciousness thus more nihilist than not and embrace the end of the empire
fully. Fuck it.
That being said, make art, don’t buy shit. Write rhymes, freestyle, draw on the
walls, create fucked up social media “stories” that somehow weave fragmented
meaning from this fractured existence, no longer connected to anything solid.
It’s okay. Shit will firm up again.
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