The world is rife with violent gangs. The bloods and the crips, the christians and muslims, chocolate and vanilla, the count chocula’s and the boo berries, the kook cluck clan, the masons and the skulls, kappa beta gamma and delta delta delta, the bloodhound gang and the insane clown posse, the catholics and the protestants, the americans and the russians and every other flavor of the week is bent on violence against themselves and each other. There are far too many gangs for the safety of the world. Because they perpetually murder their rivals, they descend into a hate spiral and nurture grudge upon grudge. There is only one way for them to end the hate, only one way to end the pain. It’s time for a final all gang free for all. The last person living will have the satisfaction of knowing that they will no longer be harried by rival groups. As the pinnacle of reality drama, this must be a world wide television event. Remember, those other people called your mama fat, mentioned you were a yellow bellied turd and killed your brother. Gather all your weapons and meet them at 4:00 at the flagpole! Only violence can end violence, let the bullets, nukes and molotov cocktails fly until at last we have the soothing, restful silence of peace. Hurry up! Are you really going take that from them?
Thundering river, or soaking below the dirt, slumbering in bedrock’s still
Water waking, rising, escaping, transpiring through open stomata
Evaporating, taking flight into air, riding temperature and pressure’s will
Slowing, cooling, getting closer, carried, clinging wet condensed on dust
Colliding, growing big and heavy, buffeted in chaotic gales
Reaching saturation in the sky then precipitation plunging from tempest’s gust
Crashing, splattering on the ground, run off down lands slant and dip
Gathering in rivers, hanging in ponds and lakes and oceans
Percolating, passing underground, until it rises and cools again to drip
Glassy skeletons scattered, rippled sparkle ornaments adrift
Microscopic meandering motorboats, riding flagellums lift
Golden brown, red, and green, glowing fire sailing in the night
Plankton floats and swims the oceans depths dark and surface bright
We are in desperate need of a global currency. It should be something intangible, nebulous, a whisper of an imprint. Only by making it less than imaginary, can we imbue it with true value. Bartering was too reliant on intrinsic value. Gold’s glimmering winks were way too flashy, and now that it has an application in electronics, it’s even less suitable for exchange. For a palpable time, the pulp of trees served as the roots for our evil, and now that it is no more than a stump of our total currency circulation, its value has climbed ever higher as paper and as a less traceable transaction, a financial dalliance that’s difficult to document. As its intrinsic value rises, we must burn this paper stump. After all, we do have a more appropriate substitute in the electric exchange. Still even this is too real. It takes up digital space. It’s too solid, too firmly lodged in cyberspace to function as the final fiat currency. It falls flat.
There is a solution, something so unreal that it can’t even be imagined. Nobody has even been able to define it. Many like to pretend that they know what it is, that they can experience it, that they can hold on to it, that they can imagine it, that it can fill the infinite vacuum void vibrating vapid, off key chords within their chemoelectric currents and tides. They are desperate for it to quell their volatile volition. They dream that it has power, that it’s all you need. It makes them cry, inspires murder and manic episodes, and starts and ends wars. It’s betrayal. It’s suicide. It’s sacrifice. It’s hot and cold. It’s heaven and horror to behold. It’s a vapor, a phantom, a figment. It’s nothing. It’s nowhere. It can’t even be imagined. It’s less than imaginary. It’s love.
There is nothing so worthless, so pitiful, so pathetic as love. Despite this inherent worthlessness and nonexistence, people all over the world just won’t shut up about it and seem achingly desperate to obtain it. Oddly it seems to serve the quintessence of greed. This phenomenon makes it the perfect global fiat currency.
Think of it. Dwell on its fitness. You want something sweet? You’ll have to relinquish some love to sup on that sugar, honey. Want some food? Fork over that fond feeling, friend. Want to enjoy an evening of entertainment? Let some love escape from your vault. Want to see your business grow? Invest all your love. Do you need that laser guided camera smart phone with the platinum inlaid etching of a playful seal with a beach ball on its nose? It’s gonna cost you some luxury love. The best thing about love as a currency is that since it is less than imaginary, it can’t be contained, and is therefore destined to trickle down. It could be a natural stimulator of economic growth because it must be spent. Anyone who tries to horde love and create a wealth gap will only have it evaporate into thin air because it never existed in the first place.
Love – less than imaginary.
Ew….I can’t believe I wrote such sappy drivel.