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No more subtle pocket buzzes. No more secret cross-town conversations. No more albums, good target practice before bullets ran thin. No more ordering. No more yellow and red trucks. No more checking the mailbox. No more brown cardboard boxes on the doorstep. No more looking at a nearly blank night sky, wondering what it looks like in the middle of nowhere.
No more stickers. No more aesthetic design. No more worrying about looking nice for the neighbors as you go out to fetch the newspaper in the early hours of the morning. No more critics. Everyone is a critic.
No more presidents. Dictators. Police. Coast Guard. Anyone is the army, or Anyone will be, was, is dead. No more advertising. No more consumerism. No more popular culture, just culture. All social no media.
No more coca-cola, the bright red peeking out from store shelves. No more polar bears skating around the north pole at Christmastime. No more Christmastime. No more cookies laid out for Santa Clause. No more wrapping under the tree. No more Black Peter, forgotten to the now-burned history books. No more celebration. No more Thanksgiving. No more hoarding. Hoarding is the norm.
No more specialists. No more consultants. No more meetings about small issues across long tables with coffee-strung faces. No more suits and heels, no more investing and diversifying. No more watching the ticker tape slowly spell out your fate in life-size letters. No more long calls at odd times due to that pesky sun. No more staying late at the office to avoid going home.
No more piano lessons. No more school plays, the little costumes bouncing as they bound across the stage. No more coddling your kids. No more hiding the realities of the big mean world from them. No more liberty. No more american dream. No more pledge of allegiance, the Waldo stripes flying high above the gymnasium.
No more subtle pocket buzzes. No more secret cross-town conversations. No more albums, good target practice before bullets ran thin. No more ordering. No more yellow and red trucks. No more checking the mailbox. No more brown cardboard boxes on the doorstep. No more looking at a nearly blank night sky, wondering what it looks like in the middle of nowhere.
No more stickers. No more aesthetic design. No more worrying about looking nice for the neighbors as you go out to fetch the newspaper in the early hours of the morning. No more critics. Everyone is a critic.
No more presidents. Dictators. Police. Coast Guard. Anyone is the army, or Anyone will be, was, is dead. No more advertising. No more consumerism. No more popular culture, just culture. All social no media.
No more coca-cola, the bright red peeking out from store shelves. No more polar bears skating around the north pole at Christmastime. No more Christmastime. No more cookies laid out for Santa Clause. No more wrapping under the tree. No more Black Peter, forgotten to the now-burned history books. No more celebration. No more Thanksgiving. No more hoarding. Hoarding is the norm.
No more specialists. No more consultants. No more meetings about small issues across long tables with coffee-strung faces. No more suits and heels, no more investing and diversifying. No more watching the ticker tape slowly spell out your fate in life-size letters. No more long calls at odd times due to that pesky sun. No more staying late at the office to avoid going home.
No more piano lessons. No more school plays, the little costumes bouncing as they bound across the stage. No more coddling your kids. No more hiding the realities of the big mean world from them. No more liberty. No more american dream. No more pledge of allegiance, the Waldo stripes flying high above the gymnasium.
"No more specialists. No more consultants. No more meetings about small issues across long tables with coffee-strung faces. No more suits and heels, no more investing and diversifying. No more watching the ticker tape slowly spell out your fate in life-size letters."
ReplyDeleteI really like this line. It makes you think about how far removed many peoples' occupations are from the necessities of life.