I kept saying “don’t touch it” to anyone who would listen to me. I was telling them not to touch the drama du jour, to not attach to whether or not a story in the news were true or false, to not touch it at all. Our attention to this shit show is what feeds it, keeps it alive. Step out of the shit show, look at it from the outside.
This is politics: get your life right here! You just have to put this colorful little bumper sticker on your car “we believe in…” and make it your mantra. We make it easy for you, no thought necessary, so you have more time to work and pay taxes, more time to shop and pay taxes, more time to be in the home you pay taxes on, and best of all you get to pay taxes on everything about the car you use to go to work in the first place.
So that was in my dream, “don’t touch it.” There was nothing in my dream about taxes, that was a little rant I went on. Hopefully some of the readers will recognize that we are being raped by taxation.
The apocalypse will not come if we stop touching the stories we are being told by those who want to usher in the apocalypse. There are such folks you know, whether lizard, cyborg or fully human. Whether they are currently bombing Yemen, Qatar, Syria, Lebanon, Jordan, Palestine or Iran and I am sure I have left out a few, or sleeping in their childhood beds.
Perhaps none of us is fully human anymore, especially if we are touching the stories, making them our own, devolving from human to humanoid.
I haven't written a freewrite in forever, it seems. This one is about the things that are most frequently on my mind these days. It's time to be on your toes people! Have options!
This is my entry to @mariannewest's daily freewrite challenge. Today's prompt is her dream.
