Stop bitching start a revolution.
Buy a t-shirt that says “stop bitching start a revolution”.
Becoming, my weeping bruises, is a $5000 overnight wilderness retreat,
led by guru under investigation.
Market pissed in the alchemical crucible.
Bring a few signs to your block party, chant a few slogans at your barbecue,
and now it’s a Political Action.
Solve nothing and Coagulate with purchased ephemera.
Brother, can you spare the change you want to be in the world?
That’s what happens when I try automatic writing, except that initially it was in sloppy longhand form.