I will work humiliating jobs to afford the car, just to get to my other humiliating job. i will fuel my car with uneccessary feelings. i will speed through expensive miles away from my natural habitat and closer to my own nervous system. the car is gonna be an investment in my past .

I will mistakenly pull into a parking lot to quickly while misjudging the distance of the oncoming car. these mistakes usually occur when those operating such powerful vehicles are intoxicated with worry and stress. as i am committing this supposed crime against humanity, the operator of the oncoming car will make an obscene gesture and violently request that i involve myself in an altercation with him.

I will then notice that he has a female passenger with him. i will then have the realization that the male always acts more barbaric in the presence of a female. it must be instinctually woven into the bizare mating rituals of our ignorant and careless species.

 

I will be operating my car. a car unsafe for human consumption. It will be an unleaded crucifix running on the blood of the anxious. this car is gonna be another statistic in a new invisible war.

I will be driving on a very common street. i will be contemplating the guilt and horror of the emerging war, trying to imagine the beauty of each causualty, the obscenity of the corpse, and the sadness it will bring to all those ordinary abortions. those who will be living without the right to life. those who will suffer through the forgetfullness of the 1st tri mester. some of the other drivers will be feeling the same anger and powerlessness, others will feel inspired by the war. for them it will serve as temporary vessel, transporting them from their own inadequate slumber to a masculine cell that will function vicariously through the hard-on of imperialism.

Like the rest of the motor vehicle world, i will construct my reality out of this car. it will become an anxiety tentacle that will hang from my ugly human body. it will become an extension of my inferior disguise in the universe, an intimate organism of poverty. all opposition to my car will be viewed as a violation of my freedom. my car will become a substitute for my body.

I will at that moment decide that i would extend a warm greeting to this hormonal maniac rather than throw him my fist. i will then attempt to discuss the similiarities of this male’s plight to my own. i will ask him to realize that we our both victims of technology and that we are residing in an evolutionary nightmare.

I will continue to tell him that we are both raped consumers violated by greed and that we should try to agree that within this oppressive struggle, acceptances must be made for the insignifact mistakes that we all might make.