There should be some creation from a to z, beginning middle end. The world isn't fit for consumption. A wrecking ball should sweep through the bricks and mortar of institution and impulsive wasteful inventions. For all the things we take for granted like toilets and contact lenses and 90 degree angles and thread and food that arrives in bulk on trucks from other countries which don't have trucks. Existence in comparison from face to face lets go of sticky connections, quickly moving apart, gaining momentum in disintegration. Disintegrating life as it fizzles out in one large electrical ball of organic fury. Human beings rage though their 100 years like terrorists raping and pillaging from their own destiny, taking everything away from it, leaving it to die somewhere in a back alley bruised, beaten, nodding off with a slur from the fatigue and toxicity which once kept them afloat with a puppet show of elixirs and secret potions designed to push the punch card at the library. Check out that book, that story of your life. Make it a good one. A real nail biter. Something you can't put down because there is no beginning or end. It's just hunting and chasing sprints of madness with crescendos of speed and lust. Sex and violence squeeze into the cracks of each brick crushed against another brick with any protruding concrete, anything to hold onto while climbing the side of the building waiting patiently for the wrecking ball.
