Consume consume consume!
If it be but the least part
still open wide and let it in
We shall not stop until we split apart
It is a sacred bond indeed
to close our eyes to those in need
and keep on shoveling it in
Get up each day begin again
The hole inside has grown so great
the void stares hard into our eyes
so fill refill load up the plate
Don’t hesitate devour the prize
And at the final end of time
only the loser and the winner left
One devours the other completes the paradigm
The quick becomes the dead the swift the deft
What is the song of the day?
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A riff off this quote, the canonical hymn of the Songs of Days:
"Produce! Produce! Were it but the pitifullest infinitesimal fraction of a Product, produce it, in God’s name! ‘Tis the utmost thou hast in thee: out with it, then. Up, up! Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy whole might. Work while it is called Today; for the Night cometh, wherein no man can work.”
Thomas Carlyle
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