the other day I saw a man reading the Wall Street Journal as if it did contain something—

the problem, of course, isn’t within the System, it’s the
parts which make up the System–such as
the first person you pass on the street on any given
day:   multiply
him or
her by
3 or 4 or 30 or 40 million
and you will know
immediately
why things remain in a non-functional state
or
worse.

I wish I had a cure for these chess pieces of
Humanity…

they’ve undergone any number of false
cures

but the one on the way
NOW
will cure almost
everybody:

bright at
last: one bunghole, one
intestine, one last giant
wail
swallowing
Noah
the Ark
the Crucifiction
the Crucifixion
the fleas
the floozies
the fucks
the fakes
name
it

the problem never was the
System, the problem was

you.