the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together


the more money i give away the more powerful i am.

capitalism dissapates as humans choose to give money away with no expectaction or desire for an exchange.

money is an object which we currently need to live. like water. like food. by giving away money we both take away money’s power and return to each human, their own right to their own life.

each time we give away money to the person who needs money to buy the food, to get the stamp, to prove that they deserve a home, we take away money’s power. this is the state which capitalism has climaxed at. recognize this state. the cruelty of it. the absurdity of it. each time we choose to look up, to see humans, to look in eyes, to give the help we are being begged to give, we take away money’s power. each time we choose to think, who needs THIS money in THIS moment more, me or the human asking for help, and we offer that help, we choose to restore to that human standing in front of us, their own right to their own life.

we choose to make an action. to use money exactly how it was intended NOT to be used. we choose to break the state of dependence on a resource which we do not need and to restore our own life to our own self.

and capitalism dissipates like a rancid fart. do you smell it?

we got this.



dear a

recorded 9.6.18