KKVA

We all got the diagnosis:
‘Human Condition’
But we’re not suffering from it
No
We’re fucking revelling in it

Admiring each other’s imperfections
And riding a psychospiritual slipstream
Down the rabbit hole
Into the grave
At a billion miles an hour
Every day
The wind on our faces
Having a stupid time
Having a glorious stupid time!
Remembering to revel
In the revelations
And whilst there is the time to
Which is all the time there is
We live together
We die together

And, if there is a God
Then, when you were born
That God gave you a gift
The ability to love
The ability to suffer
The ability to be irrational
And stupid
And embrace the moron tendencies of your idiot heart

Because you are not a machine
No
You are flesh
And bone
And catecholamines
And bad ideas
Loosely tied together
By an excessive self concept
Excessive self control
The devious workings of the genes
And those diminishing memories
And you’re slowly falling apart

But you are not a machine
No
And there’s no algorithm
That can do what you do
When you see something
Or someone that you care for

You tend to get
What you expect
Though sometimes
You don’t
And sometimes your expectations
Are hindrances to your understanding
And though sometimes you feel like
You’ll never understand it
…maybe you were never meant to understand it

Perhaps ‘understanding’
Is a bold claim to make
In a universe of infinite complexityBut
Don’t feel dejected
For a precondition of life
Is confusion
And the odd delusion
Some people call it
The Human Condition

Life is magic
And misdirection
In looking up
One day
The world might look a little better
The sun might shine a little brighter
Yet
Your good fortune
And your tragedies
They matter neither way
Unless you need them to

And for the main part
It’s all in your head
All of it
Your entire life
The thing that you dreamed up
In that interval between the time you spent breathing
And not breathing

Because
A view is just a perspective
At a given point in time
And
A memory is just a perspective
Of a given point in time
And
Time will advance
And
All these views
And these memories
All these things
That you once knew
You might be left wondering
Why you believed them in the first place

Despite this
The world will not deterred from turning
Money must be made
Everybody’s gotta eat
Procreate
And
Recreate
And so
The sun will rise
The gods will laugh
And play games
The people will laugh
And play games
Until there are no more people
And no more gods
Just a turning earth
Alone in the cosmos

And we are told that one day
This earth will pulled into the sun
Swallowed whole in the First Dredge Up
Reduced into atoms
Then redistributed evenly

And we are told
That one day
That this sun
And this cosmos
Will dissolve entirely…

…you and me and everybody
The people you never met
And all the people you did
Everybody you loved
Everybody you didn’t
All of us as nothing
All together at last

And one day
If you could call it a day
It might all return
To start again
Or it might not
Who can say?
Why care?

Because
Understanding is not a prerequisite
Control is not a prerequisite
No
There are no prerequisites
No understanding
No control
There is just the blood in your veins
The world that you live on
The life that looks back at you
And the ideas in your head

And should you live
To see the dawning
Of another day
‘Gather ye rosebuds while ye may’

Fundamental fucks
Must be discarded
If we’re all to
Achieve Nirvana
And there must be
A special kind
Of all encompassing nonchalance
A cutting of the ties that bind
To the mundane
If only for a time

Everybody has a voice
Each viewpoint is valid
Each belief system is integral
Each person is constrained within
A world of contradictions
Each and everybody
Is in agreement on nothing
Each and everybody
Is participating in an argument in which
Everyone is wrong
And
Everyone is right
And
Almost everyone
Is gradually
Going insane
Because of it

Justice has a humble face
And looks kindly on the tyranny
Of material things
Spread disparate
Amongst our gifted race
Legislature said:
Possession is nine tenths of the law
And was established by a justice
That hungered for more

Inequality is in no condition,
To be something
But an obstruction
To the power race
Because

“…you could have it all
if you want it enough”
This world is such
A hopeful place

In seeking Alpha
I became
Subversion
The perversion of prosperity
Into predatory capital
Now on the hunt
And acting upon
An assimilatory stratagem
I advance…

Outward, righteous
Inward, Janus Face
I’m the artless coercion,
Then the creeping dismay
The zero sum game,
And that all consuming need
To reallocate…

And the moral compass…
It points nowhere

Cos I’m deregulated,
Free
But sick, you see
With compulsions
That I must chase
Money to make,
Debts to pay…

And when I finally find Alpha
I’ll hedge my bets
And with no regrets
Sell my soul
And this world away…

27…
Just another marker
On some road
Some metaphor done to death
Pointing at death
Some sign that you’d rather not see
Another fact that you’d rather not be reminded of
Just another placeholder or arbitrary space
Some individual occurrence
Some wonderful rare thing that you’re supposed to celebrate
Some superficial notch in a supreme line
It arcs backwards
And forwards
Towards infinity
And somewhere amongst it is that little parentheses in eternity
You, us.
Perhaps put there just to mark the passage of time
Perhaps some subtle reminder of the trend towards entropy
Perhaps something else
But
Fucking
Hell

What of it?
Should you be happy?
Another year conquered
Another year behind you
Another year ahead and many more?
Would that it was
And what the fuck is a year anyway?
You don’t remember them
You can’t remember them

You don’t know
You never knew
And you don’t want to know
You don’t want to give a fuck
You don’t want to know about time
And where it’s taking you
You want it to stop moving
You want it all to stop