 Falling. Crowdfund Israeli spyware surveillance on your own government to keep them from selling the nation to black rock while the world burns and billionaires masturbate in low-earth orbit. Organize a grassroots whatever campaign so plastic politicians can feed you word salad with an ivory spork until Armageddon. Vote, vote, vote for murder stealing slavery because if you don't then stealing slavery murder might win. Get the Monsanto vaccine in one arm and the Google vaccine in the other while the TV man on every channel says everything's normal and the Pentagon needs your insulin money. Ask your doctor about sedentral to mute the gnawing sensation that you should release the parrots in your chest and fly with them to freedom instead of cranking a gear in a cubicle which turns billionaires into trillionaires. Invest, invest, invest in crypto, it's computer money for libertarians. Buy boot coin, buy cop coin, buy Narnium. I heard Elon just tweeted about it. Buy analog crypto made of shiny metals. Buy paper crypto backed by bureaucratic fiat. Baby, we're gonna rule this whole damn shanty town. We greet bosses with tourniquet smiles forced through oceans of pain and make small talk about the soldiers patrolling our streets. Lamborghini lampraise parasite our stomachs as we swim amnesiac through transhumanist infested petrochemicals and dream of someday. I don't know where this is all going, mommy. I'm falling. We're all falling and we don't know where we're falling to. We scream together as we tumble past corporate logos and Ivy League rapists and a strange stillness at the center of everything that we'd never really noticed before. Don't be afraid, baby. Mama's gonna catch you. Mama's gonna try and catch you. Mama's gonna leave you bleeding safely on the floor.