the one-two -i)

She was a plain looking young woman; hazel eyes, brown hair, age twenty. She had a finite memory, the limits of which were self-imposed. On one side the limit prevented her from remembering anything that ever happened to her before age five. That was the age something good happened. She could not tell you what happened before, only that it was bad. She became loved at age five, and ever since. She was an avid reader, and particularly loved anything by Dostoyevsky. She preferred brown paper bags to plastic, at the grocery store. They reminded her of going to the grocery store with her father, as a child. After her mother died drunk behind the wheel in a late-night backroad collision with another drunk driver, coming home from the apartment of her lover. Just before she turned five. She remembered carrying a brown bag in her arms, and the sound and smell of the paper. Following her dad to the car. Age five. A plain brown bag crumpling, but secure in her arms.

He was a dark-haired young man, with a cut and a part in his hair like William Butler Yeats, portrait of an artist. He had a smart way of talking, walking, thinking, responding. But was naive to love. He had a family history of bipolar. There was also a family history of running away, but this was only known by interstate records of relocations. He was twenty-five. He was ambitious to a fault. Job promotions and self-glorification would always have to come before anything else. These successes could be shared, so long as whomever shared them decided to forego anything that would get in the way of them. His mother had died young in Calcutta, of self-sacrifice. He had no Indian in his blood. He missed his mother. His memory of her was the only thing that got in the way of his uncanny ability to drown everything out and focus his clear mind on his unparallelled effort to succeed. He used to read, and preferred Tolstoy to Dostoyevsky.

to be continued…

Katya Mills, 08/13

Up with gyros – Down with heros

Last year Black Friday truly lived up to its name in the United States of America. The Occupiers in US cities lost their darling status in the press, and were labelled haphazardly by politicians railing against the extreme Left, and by politicians trying to edge their platforms more toward the middle. Black Friday only further cemented the truths espoused by the Occupy cause. Materialism gone off the map! People getting bludgeoned and maced by others, all for the rights to a deep discount video game command center. What the fuck?

Meanwhile, China is happy to move closer to majority shareholder of USA stock. Will there be a whistle to stop the overseas investment momentum? Huh? I don’t think so! Everyone over here is already starving for some fucking credit, but the well has run dry. The job creation is turtling up the ramp. The baby birds are pushing their mouths to the sky. The OctoMom cannot even work her Octopussy to get her shit back in the black. Sorry Octomom.

You know its real bad. The interest rates wont let up no matter how hard you cry. The banks only have one ear open to the most diligent of homeowners searching for ways to dodge the black hole of foreclosure.Unemployment benefits run on and on and on, almost to touch triple digits. The potential disaster of the capitalist experiment is a natural one. I think so. The corporations don’t wanna pay taxes, forever. Costs them alot not to pay taxes. The tax leveling has been horribly tragic. The coffers are below empty. The states are most clearly united in empathy. Bankruptcy is common to them all.

Where the fuck do we go from here? Canada keeps our violence at safe distance. Mexico dumps bodies over the border, into the Mojave. Disappeared. Body by body. Eurozone again suffers, having fallen into the trap. Letting the dollar dictate the pace. Freedom in the middle east has wiped the meters back to zeros. Israel is almost completely walled off from the world. The free market whirlwind hits the young new freemarkets hard. Greed factor stresses the system. Independence is celebrated. But the dynamic nature of it all leaves economies prey to predators, globally. Infant stock markets are subject to crippling panic attacks.

Yeah, the world had good reason to turn curiosity toward free market capitalism into an enduring embrace of the system. The inflexible regimes in the mid-east were destined to break up into a thousand hard little pieces. The internet propped up a half-truth of noble proportions. The changes in the climate and the paradigm shift have all caused people to move toward life! Living life at one hundred percent. No more lying down to your reality. The internet told people they were not alone. Everyone wants the freedom to manifest destiny. And honestly, I don’t think most of them really see the cost…