Kakistocracy / Nux Vomica
Where the streets were paved with gold. now all the streets are grey and cold. dreams realized, subsidized, capsized. from hot dog stand to fast food industry. from animated mouse to multinational insanity. you're told that everything's great, now go find yourself a mate, and get yourself some nice tax breaks. you're told that bitter is sweet, and that the holes in the street get fixed when you pay to park there. you're told your life is a crime, a bunch of nickels and dimes. where all that matters is dollars. empty out the parking meters. quarters roll and cover the street. drivers drive over silver pavement. spinning tires spit them out. watch them fly. they crack the window of the store where the people buy the funny post cards and the rubber clothes. another one broke my nose. a quarter is only a fourth, but it's a fortune to some bum scraping up his last 23c to buy a forty, watch the traffic and laugh. they say too much money is a bad thing, 'cause it'll bury you so deep you can't dig through. and no one will help 'cause they'll get dragged in, too
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — May 10, 2026
The consistency with which the sea recedes and then returns is a simplicity which intrigues and plants a seed of thought which breeds a line of thinking in line with a constantly shifting, listless lifestyle designed to resign all ties to a mentality based on a distorted vision of reality in which wants replace needs, words replace deeds, and ideals hard as concrete permeate life's landscape, snaking and seeping into every pore and crevice, seemingly smokescreening the seething surge of discontented soul-seekers searching for some semblance of meaning in their heavily laden lives, leaving them floating out to sea like a billion planks from sunken ships, rising and receding, every day, eternally...
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — May 10, 2026
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