rib rant.

stained glass. candle stained glass. fire stained glass. lets run away.

i am stained. i am stained but i am washing clean. clean like these lines i am drawing on this paper. i want to be a jet-setter globe-trotter. vigilante globe-trotters on a mission to save the world. no more racks of rib for me. dont eat that! its was somethings rib. it protected their lungs. it was covered in their skin in their blood and it had to be broken for you to eat it. broken cracked ribs and it fast forwards on an assembly line in my mind. we end at your plate. nicely assembled with a side of greens and some sweet tea. fine southern cuisine. dont forget a wet nap to wipe your bloody hands.

scales. music scales. math scales. on a scale of 1 to 10 how much is your conscience eating at you. maybe a 1? does it talk to you at all .. does it remind you of your non-sustainable white-wash SUV styrofoam microwaveable existence? do you care? probably not. theres money to be made. there are mouths to be fed. your own.

'styrofoam is ten times less expensive'. space is priceless. land is not replaceable. landfills are the new park. but its cheaper that way so its just as much fun. spend your money on your condo. it takes up less space than a house. more room for your trash.


i will only line your baskets for so much longer.