Gasoline is $1.23 per litre here in Canada, it was the last time I ventured outside into the adrenaline soaked roadways that suffocate my house. I have to walk. Everybody looks angry. Nobody is moving fast enough for anyone else. It is as dangerous as the wilds of Africa, I tell myself. However, the lions are far fewer and further between than the metallic entertainment boxes that whiz around the tarmac like ants on LSD. I have no idea how to give LSD to ants. But I can picture in my mind the ants would look just like you do driving around aimlessly looking for the last deal. There must be sugar here somewhere!
As I don’t drive I have no idea if that price of gasoline is too high for you, or too low. I don’t actually do anything, or go anywhere. But I’ve never heard anyone else say we should pay more. I wonder how cheap we should make it. You know, so you can all have all the toys you ever wanted, in your houses, in every room even, and the car too. If gasoline were 25 cents per litre, just think of how big our cars could be. What is the right price for luxuries. How little do you want to pay for them.
But life is great here in Canada, I can still do this. Although I’m using dollar store art supplies and found pieces of plywood I can still say something. I have a nice place to live, even though I feel I am surrounded by distaste and suspicion, its not their fault, they are oblivious of the world, and I am paranoid. Its a horrible place to look at. But someone glued my eyes open and turned the volume up full blast. You don’t think there is a connection between what we want and what the planet and its people are paying now? Or the 600,000 children under 5 on the verge of dying from starvation.
Or, if your in Canada, 400,000 under 3 year olds, it sounds better for some reason. For some, I think, the price of gasoline will be just right when you don’t hear me anymore. I will be out of your sight.
I wish someone would make a ‘dislike’ button.
The Economy: the economy is shaped like a giant flea, it has six spindly legs and skin made up of 6.5 billion and one credit cards. All but one of them signed. It has googly round blue eyes and great flapping wet livery lips with a hose sticking out. It sticks its hose into the ears of people when they go shopping. When people want stuff they give off this juice that the economy drinks, up like honey to a bear. This type of fresh juice is its favourite but it goes sour quickly and becomes misery juice. So the flea, now engorged is able to move to more fertile ground. Often over where it was previously excreting, the Pacific basin maybe. Filthy creatures. The flea then shits over the miserable wasted ground it left and assumes something will grow.