I want to colonize you.
“No longer, oppressor.”
Let me destabilize your democratically-elected government.
“Then I will flourish in opposition, and identity inchoate will coagulate.”
And when do the ghosts of empire dissipate?
“When the arm that controls the Invisible Hand is revealed. When the land is returned to the people, and the people returned to themselves.”
Have your shoulder-chains gotten stuck on anything?
“Just once or twice. Manageable.”
Where does capital come from?
“The same place ducks come from.”
“Capital comes from need, and the exclusion of those that do so. Capital was born when the first lock was place on the first grain silo.”
Are we going back to the ducks?
“Forget about the ducks.”
You brought them up.
“Do you know joy?”
What is joy?
“A soul’s glistening; to float.”
Is it to be sought?
“No: positioned for. Sometimes joy throws curveballs. If there’s a righty at bat, you need to shade towards first.”
Your eyebrows are ferocious.
“Lefty once beat a mugger to death.”
Teach me your foreign ways.
“I’m from Los Angeles.
“You seem like a complete dolt, so I won’t. Plus, I’m here with my boyfriend, tax reform advocate Grover Norquist.”
“PARTY CAN START NOW THAT GROVER’S HERE, BITCHES!”
Oh, what the fuck?
“LET’S GET TO THE ORGYDOME AND GET OUR FUCKS ON!”
Last one. That’s it. No more.