Hornets From the Other Night

The most blatant anxiety dream imaginable
A hornet soundlessly floating in a sunlit white room
I had a plastic floatation device, limp and partially full of water and squash to defend myself with
I could carry it, but throwing it was futile
I aggravated the hornet when I tried to squash it against a ceiling that was too high
Though it seemed low enough to touch
It moved
Now the hornet gets a turn
It lands on my inner wrist
Delves into my veins with a 3 inch long stinger
No pain, but my right hand turns into a limp stinger
Resembles a black spaghetti that came to a point
I swing it around in a tantrum

Stuff That Doesn't Work # 1 - Awareness of Onset of Dystopia

See, nobody can imagine the onset of dystopia, even if it were hovering over us like a pulsating rectum between two freshly unsheathen cheeks. We are too preoccupied, too busy being stuffed with flaky pleasantry pastries to even glance at the menu of our just desserts. The media is the server who doesn't tell you the cost of adding cheese; and using whatever cheap attention grabbing stunt will keep us watching and blissfully ignorant of bad it could get. Cheap stunts like celebrity gossip, unsettling statistics about stuff your kids may be doing, underdeveloped one-sided exposes, elevated terror alerts, fear mongering tales of potential outbreaks, terror attacks, and anything to keep the minds of the public focused on images of dystopia and incite paranoid vigilance. Shit!