Green Little Rectangles

I look at the billboards, they're made of green little rectangles. I look at the cars, they're covered in green little rectangles. Out from their exhaust pipes shoot green little rectangles that sway in the dirty air. When I look into the eyes of all the people, the lowest of the low, the one's who beg on the sidewalks: I see green little rectangles reflected in their irises. Their hands are stained with the dirt and ink of those green little rectangles. When I see all the people who's lives are destroyed, nine times out of ten, it's because of green little rectangles.
It's the green little rectangles that turn men into monsters, women into whores, animals into slaves.
It's the green little rectangles that make things so complicated.
I will trade you a few green little rectangles for labor, for goods, for happiness. Will you trade me?
In most cases you already have.
Cut the green little rectangles out of any choice you've ever made: does that choice now make sense? Have you been living for what makes you happy, or what the green little rectangles tell you will make you happy?
My life is worth only [________] green little rectangles: how much is yours worth?
Think of someone, anyone. Put their face in your mind, think of how much you love or hate them. Now tell me: how many little green rectangles would you give for their life? Everyone has a price.
Or do they?
Open your chest up, take out your heart. Is it covered with rectangles, green and little? Or is it covered with love, bruised by misfortune and scared from failed love attempts?
Now find your soul, what does it look like? What do you wake up for every morning? What are you living up to? When will you achieve nirvana? And do any of those questions require green little rectangles to get there? To achieve your goals, do little rectangles, covered in green dirt and greed need to be there?
If not, why do you still live within their shekels? Why not fuck it all away? Give up the green little rectangles and start living for what it truly is that makes you happy?
When we put the green little rectangles before ourselves then we've lost what it means to be human.


To be free.



-Sir Jestro