To Those Who Will Be Fed
found you in the company of a man who’d brought with him a bad situation. offered you a nice big bag of chips and told you how much he loved playing games. came home at night swearing that he was going to make you a sandwich. and he did.
sorry you’re nervous. so sorry. this is not going to help. just rip my arms off and sew my lips together. blow your whistle and tell me to get the fuck out.
but i want to be a hero. love being a hero because they wear such great clothes. gotten so many fans on social media because of the things i am telling you now.
you are rough around the edges because you come from a lot of money. money = games = peoples’ lives. this is a terrible situation for a child to be born into. never feel like they fit in because they can’t fall into a particular market. invisible, invulnerable, incomplete, insatiable.
then, along comes a sandwich-making gent in a white turtleneck, a bag of salty chips in hand. claims he’s got something to sell only you. something for your hunger.
knows just what you need.
knows the rules for many, many games.