Conversations with a Star

" ... Just imagine for a second that we don't have our physical self. Like take away our bodies and our everything and leave whats left."

"Okay."

"K, so essentially all we are from there is just energy right? We have electrical current running through us at all times. We have a mass that leaves our bodies when we die that we can't explain. 8 ounces. Basically, we have a soul okay. So take away the physical and look at just the basic nature of what life really is. Its you, and you're just one ball of energy. And you're here, right? And you're with me, another ball of energy, and we're just sitting together being little balls of energy. And then we move like pong, just back and forth. From point a to point b and back and then we rest and then move to point c and then point a and back."

"Right, and then we meet up with other little balls of energy and hang out and be around them. And then there's concerts and festivals where 300 thousand balls of energy all move up and down to the same beat. Synchronized. And its understood."

"Its beautiful. And its all just gravity. Simple gravity. If planets and stars have gravity because of mass, then even the smallest atom has some gravity right? A proton attracts a neutron and some electrons. You attract me. Our planet keeps the moon within reach. Its all gravity..."

" Right, there's a flow to it all. And we all attract and repel on basic levels...


I like you. I'm glad I found your ball of energy."

"Me too."

Ninjas plagiarize and fuck you

You are all accused; the defendants will rise.
The speaker can only talk to you if you are standing.


So listen as you would to a moth
to a stop light
to a sunset
to a tragedy in a theater.
Listen.
I stand her accusing you of miss fired life and iron sighted goals. This isn't the time for that.

Are you seated now? Good, that way you'll listen more carefully.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, like canned fruit and testy cats
you are serious aren't you?
We are serious.
Death is a serious thing huh?
You can die as a hero, or as an idiot
which leaves little to really know.
or matter.
Death, death, death.

I have seen bank statements determine deep end happiness,
and keep breathing.
It lives in you.
In me.
It drives my car and floats.
Keeps us divided behind student loans and
status quo
status symbols and
death.
It is God.
It is what is respected, the serious individual- money respects families.

So praise the dollar with open hands like
thirsty dogs
you whores with ambitions
you ass holes.
Don't give up you're almost horrible.
Keep thriving for dirt and hoping for
empty cups because like french fries
you serious people
you will smell worse than horse shit.

And this smells like shit.
Its like your perception: shit
like your happiness: shit
like your politicians: shit
like your heroes: shit
like your artists
your religions
shit

So fuck with me. Kick my teeth into my judgement
12 piece
and then,
and then?

I will tell you again that you are all suckers. In three months my friends and I will be selling you our paintings for hundreds.