Smoking by the lake in southeast Iowa. Still can’t believe I live here. I was born and raised in northern New Jersey. Lived in a city now I’m in a rural suburb. Not culture shock, but existential immiseration. That was July 2021. Now it’s August 2026. Five years here. Like living in America, really, since I was born in 1982, with more corn and cows. It’s an open air prison with lots of commercials to feed capitalism. It’s the continuing abyss. When will we rebel, workers of the world? There’s so much exploitation, cruelty, and inequality to oppose and destroy. A whole new world to be made. But I’m in Iowa. Where I have the “freedom to flourish”, says the motto on the welcome sign on the highway when you enter the state. I have the freedom to rot within Capital’s logic of rich and poor, worker and boss, white and black, man and woman, straight and gay, migrant and citizen, and a finite so on. What’s the point!? I’m stoned, and this is the shit that runs through my mentally ill head.
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