unpaid thoughts
satisfaction is always provisional
I’m happy, my life is full of somethingnesses
I want nothing and have everything.
Well, not everything and not all at once.
Even broad joy needs disclaimers, I suppose.
Truth be told, I’d like a rare porterhouse steak or a pizza about now.
You can get anything with WiFi
Well, with WiFi and a compute device.
Ok, WiFi, a compute device, and money.
Dang, WiFi, a compute device, the Internet and money.
Jesus! WiFi, a compute device, the Internet, a passkey or two,
and money.
It’s funny how necessities tend to grow - like a bill.
That could be a systems-check for joy.
On the downside, I suppose there are things you can’t get,
like, true love, time, discretion, taste and meaning.
I’m not sure how I stumbled into philosophy.
While I was thinking about it, I turned to Peter (my bf) and told him:
“I could break-up with you, but never with capitalism.”
I’ve found that honesty can be self-incriminating
He just looked at me.
“I’ve an emotional attachment to self-interested acquisitioning,”
I confessed.
“I’m shocked,” he reported.
I think infrastructure is the real protagonist here.
These were unpaid, unsponsored thoughts.
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Songs for this:
Tangerine by Worldwide Groove Corporation
Sometimes You Really Get On My Nerves by Jane Wiedlin
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* A compute device = phone, iPad, computer
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