• Universal Income
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    Pick-a-Side: Universal Income

    This isn’t a dogmatic Manifesto to Achieving Universal Income.  It’s simply a scrap piece of paper with scribbled ideas, thoughts and Utopian daydreams that I’ve beautified and edited.  It is part of an ongoing exercise called PICK-A-SIDE… Universal Income Money is a thousand-year-old concept that was created to replace the bartering system.  The very concept of money itself plays an important role in the conversation of a universal income, so it too must be reconsidered.    The structural disadvantages and obstacles that disallow equal ability for everyone (worldwide) to acquire the simplest amounts of wealth need to be analyzed and addressed, honestly; with a non-elitist, non-privileged bias.  As we further invest –…

  • bored
    prose

    bored

    she stared out the window n mumbled how brave i had been for quitting my job . ” brave ? ” i asK / d w / my eyebrow cocK / d , ” you know i hated that job . “ ” yeah ” she replied w / a shrug liKe we ‘ re supposed to hate our job . ” that made it easy . “ ” well , ” her necK twisting to remonstrate w / me , ” i could never do that . “ ” quit something you hate ? “ ” i guess , ” she sigh / d . i tsK / d . ”…

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    End.

    A chapter has ended in my life and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Nervous? Slightly, but that’s because I saw the murky light at the end of the corporate middle-management tunnel and there was a wheelbarrow half-full of money glowing in stink flies. “All you have to do to get that money is shake the Devil’s calloused claw and sign on the dotted line; in blood, of course. Oh, and … just the tip, that’s all. Promise.” Nothing is free. There’s a trade-off for everything. It’s ignorant of the peasant to think he could impress the King enough to befriend him and even more sloppy to think his new friend…

  • poetry

    laborer’s maladies

    labor (lā′bər) : n. a refused n outdated worK model actively being replaced with technology by men without callused palms vowing to program away the imagined turmoil of honest, hard-worKing sweat worKing man has no time for imagination mastery of amnesic repetition is profitable proper worK flow is poetic on a green-chain nirvana in mundane mill-worK mindlessness pump petroleum polluting any vision of tomorrow the buzz of the worKer bee satisfies the queen tithe wage n divide taxes nicKels to downtrodden drunKs n druggies n inattentive moms w/false-pride entitled n exaggerated self-image won’t wear a uniform name-tag; born deserved generational ‘ting. follow n liKe bj draKe

  • prose

    comfort . is . in . routine .

    you drove pass/d that warehouse every morning as mom drove you to school n now she drops you off there to worK . you wear a uniform n call it a career n no one is the wiser ? you’ve flush/d hope n potential down the same drain as vomit/d pabst blue ribbon n beef eater gin . the struggle of the artist has been replaced w / the suffocating stability of living cheque – to – cheque . just like dad said , ” comfort . is . in . routine . “   follow n liKe bj draKe

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