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The
13th Person
The
13th woman just lost interest ! And isn't only a woman.
The
13th person is so depressed and embarrassed at having
just now realized that they have squandered cash, time and energy on
mindless passive viewing from couches and the hell of bars, the utter
defeat of the real life we could have collectively lived while our
loved ones.
Dressed
in rags of corporate logo battle colors - chugged beer while pampered
over feed endorsed men played games on lawns in front of screens
blocking the cancelled lives we could have explored with our
children.
The
13th woman/man/ is a riot ! A rioter !
Who
destroys himself with commercial psychology product placement at home
in the car / at the office~ shitty job or apartment's front door
pendant.
The
13th person / human sheds their jersey in choked pain w/
the realization of mistake / writ large with hangover shame.
In
the bedroom they are slapping their own green and blue painted
foreheads thinking “how stupid they were for going home with
this fucking meat head” with all the flags and brands and good
looks / just to be used and fucked aside, taken for our desires of
fan affinity, do it for the team in consensual rape, a need to belong
to something, Our team, our town, our dreams of some misplaced pride
in someone else victory. Nailed it !
The
13th Cheerleader puts on some pants and a thick sweater!
Stops shaving their legs and pits and smashes all the TVs.
Throws
all this crappy poster life / coffee mug morons / pompoms / jackets /
hats & merch
And
burns it all on the street.
Looks
at you and you both shrug
Now
what ?
Live
! Life !
Without
channel guides hysteria
What
will the NFL MLB ACAB NHL and nascar do when the 13th
super fan wakes up / rejects these chains of viewing slavery ~kicks
over the television~ will they force us to watch !
The
13th mom doesn't care if her son wears nail polish or
that her man likes watching men fight in cages for balls ~ because
she's on the roof with a gun shooting at some-other team of fascists
!
The
13th man awakes to a new Monday morning without hangovers
without the feeling of failure because he no longer carries the
burden of statistics /spread /gambling loss to the office
Because
downtown is on fire.
Sparked
from the realization that organized team sports is not life !
That
Television is a mere distraction away from our stolen reality !
The
13th people dress in black and take back the night from
bars and clubs and friday night lights to revel in actual lives !
The
13th people have finally realized that they never lost a
game, never had the chance to win this game either !
This
game, in stadium / on screens, screamed at you, was never about you
winning but one of control and the power to make you care enough to
buy some more shit, the power of the rich and their children to own
you, your house & your kids / to become their future.
the
13th people stop giving their eyes away ! Stop paying to
lose their souls to money hungry thieves.
Stop
paying for the owners luxury !
We
send the kids to school to start it all over~ 100 yards of hard
capitalism, a lot of grass to mow !
While
we sit in shit and get sloppy on canned nachos wipe our faces on
division one tee shirts,
pray
to made up gods, that fake rivalries can be decided by millions of
fans throwing pay checks at Sunday afternoon TV's, nihilists wearing
gatorade soaked uniforms of conformities enforcement.
This
13th women smashes all the dishes ! Fills the washer and
dryer with gasoline smiles and walks outside sitcoms !
While
outside, the wife, the kids, the men gather and chant, armed with
nothing but their own innate total freedom.
They
take buses and trains, ride bikes and complain about the rain while
they walk to real life adventures
Unscreened
without edit, script or producer control.
Their
anger erupts from being a billboard/ a sign / an advertising medium,
the
anger of being duped and used cheated out of our time and limited
resources, buy professional capitalist exploiters !
Their
not angry because they lost, there was nothing to win or lose ! This
was a no stakes charade !
Take
to the streets !
The
13th people are angry because all their dreams turned out
to be a fraud a fake-out Ponzi scheme.
We
wont be getting a fat check, a ring or the chance to run around with
trophies screaming !
After
this game ends and the screens are muted- never allowed off !
And
the mess is vacuumed ~the drunks hosed off, the trucks crashed, the
cities paved in glass and flame, we find each other on hilltops~
overlooking the new world ~ only then we can paint our faces and
scream, and cheer because we finally won And are really free !
The
teams are all of us, the stadium a forest, the hills our home, the
glorified players~our children !
In
a constant state of replay ! Highlighting some perfect attainment !
13th
people rise up !
To
simply Turn off the fucking TV !
Throw
the phone on to the fire !
Turn
toward strangers hold out a hand and say hello.
The
thirteen !
