War Against Work

Work is a waste of brain power. Its levels lessen as the mundane saps its strength. One must rage electrically in order to maintain the critical energies. One must toxify in order to recharge. Work lessens the IQ. How can a mind flourish if its attentions are continually tyrannized? Better to be dead than feel the mind implode. It's the vacancy, the volatile vacancy. It's the loss, the lonesome loss. It's the crash, the craftless crash. We must war against their routine. We must war against their money. We must war against their work. It's war that we should feel. Indignant war.