The Conditional

born into a world of lies under the condition that if one does not abide, they are dealt with much in the same way as a banana is when placed in the blender & the “puree” button is pressed— swiftly, the mechanism is placed within the cop that resides within the head of each of us the panopticon built within the heart where the vampires sucked out all the blood instilling religions & governments obligations, rules, strategies, status quos, and most of all the belief that if one works hard enough unconditional love will come from somewhere--- some seek it in the sky above believing choice lies which come from the pulpit some seek it in the thought, word & deed of the suits who walk with the seemingly instinctive disgustingly carnal need to overcome as many as possible with supposed power--- some pick & choose in the attempt to find another of the same mold running round the earth for millennia trying, failing, trying, failing swimming from the ship that has crashed towards another already burning wondering if there is someone to save because the thought is that in the saving an obligation will arise on behalf of the almost-drowned--- the conditional aspect of it all is that unless the barrel of the gun is shoved in the mouth unless that trigger is pulled everything else is suspect.