Randy Lee Sticks

i dunno yall, most things about most things are entirely fubared and in order to actually change any thing we’re gonna have to change quite a lot, including much that we enjoy or appreciate or are emotionally attached to. and most days i dont think most of us are even willing or able to even approach the questions that we desperately need to be finding answers to. we are so propagandized into accepting human designed/built/maintained systems as naturally occurring phenomena that just are, that we dedicate our life energies to maintaining/ strengthening them to our own detriment. we are slaves in the belly of the beast, spinning the cogs and tightening the springs of the megamachine whose function is to enslave all life living into its dead self, that sees every thing that exists as a resource to be consumed. we can blame the pathetic mostly men who aspire to bosshood, who battle each other over control of other people’s time, but its all of us that continue to serve, and it seems that any mechanism within our reach is just that- a mechanism (of the machine) that is able to recuperate even our direct actions against it into strengthening itself. and we argue over which length of which lever, which color of which cog and cant even see the enclosure that we’re trapped inside. or if there even is still an outside..... climbing over each other towards whats been presented as an escape hatch but is really just a more fortified entrenchment- still in, of, and for the machine, and against our selves, life, and community.