HIGH VOLTAGE INSIDE<> KEEP OUT
maintain eight feet of clear space in front of doors
it would be weird to be like an electric box. what matters would be inside. its important. for everyone. electricity. and then, a shell. and outside of that shell, eight feet of maintained, clear space. i am seperate from the rest of the world.
as i sit in my protective box, i look out, to see a world that regards me with indifference, not caution. oh its true, i am important, and if you touch my copper inards you are likely to die. but there is no caution, only indifference in two forms.
first form. neglection. i see the world, from my bubble, as a world that depends on me. i watch it grow. sieze. collapse. play. run. but the world, does not see me. it might, in one fleeting moment, as it drives to work, skates by, takes a morning jog. but all it see's is a brown box with yellow stickers. maybe some bird shit. and thats it. theres nothing important. nothing sacred or powerful. only inconvenience when i may explode in the middle of the night because everyone decided to turn on their goddamn hair dryers on at the same time.
second form. a lack of regard for my structural integrity. they climb all over me. some jump off, some fall and cry. i'm talking about children. to them, i am but a small obstacle to be conquered. they have no understanding of what i am, or my purpose. they just, climb, and jump, and fall. i hope you scrape your knee so you can go cry home to mommy you little bastard. i fucking hate children.
if i could move, i would be all powerful. but i cant. i only cause things to move. but not to my will. i am only a means to anothers purpose.
men with skill enough to turn a screw driver open me and re-wire. not for my good, but for anothers. i am a means. i am used. i thought there was suposed to be a bubble, eight feet of maintained space, why the fuck are there plants growing all around me? its because i'm ugly.
i'm glad i'm not an electric box. i'm thankful for my autonomy. i dont want to be used. i want to be enjoyed. appreciated. reciprocated. contemplated. educated. proliferated. but never, ever, subjugated.
sean carter
it would be weird to be like an electric box. what matters would be inside. its important. for everyone. electricity. and then, a shell. and outside of that shell, eight feet of maintained, clear space. i am seperate from the rest of the world.
as i sit in my protective box, i look out, to see a world that regards me with indifference, not caution. oh its true, i am important, and if you touch my copper inards you are likely to die. but there is no caution, only indifference in two forms.
first form. neglection. i see the world, from my bubble, as a world that depends on me. i watch it grow. sieze. collapse. play. run. but the world, does not see me. it might, in one fleeting moment, as it drives to work, skates by, takes a morning jog. but all it see's is a brown box with yellow stickers. maybe some bird shit. and thats it. theres nothing important. nothing sacred or powerful. only inconvenience when i may explode in the middle of the night because everyone decided to turn on their goddamn hair dryers on at the same time.
second form. a lack of regard for my structural integrity. they climb all over me. some jump off, some fall and cry. i'm talking about children. to them, i am but a small obstacle to be conquered. they have no understanding of what i am, or my purpose. they just, climb, and jump, and fall. i hope you scrape your knee so you can go cry home to mommy you little bastard. i fucking hate children.
if i could move, i would be all powerful. but i cant. i only cause things to move. but not to my will. i am only a means to anothers purpose.
men with skill enough to turn a screw driver open me and re-wire. not for my good, but for anothers. i am a means. i am used. i thought there was suposed to be a bubble, eight feet of maintained space, why the fuck are there plants growing all around me? its because i'm ugly.
i'm glad i'm not an electric box. i'm thankful for my autonomy. i dont want to be used. i want to be enjoyed. appreciated. reciprocated. contemplated. educated. proliferated. but never, ever, subjugated.
sean carter