I just want to start a flame in your heart
I'm going to reach you
all I need to do is reach you
and it's over
and we can finally get to work building the kind of strength it will take to rip down our oppressors and sing life again
but there's so much in the way. entire industries fighting to take up every scrap of your attention they can get their grubby paws on. "the attention economy".
you're listening to a congressional hearing. Pam Bondi or some shit like that. and a woman from the public is given her five minutes to address the chamber. she talks about her struggle to see anyone held accountable (or even investigated in the first place) for their connections to Jeffrey Epstein. she talks about getting stonewalled by the justice department. she names specific people and organizations that have the power to do something and are choosing not to.
and in the time it takes to look up her name and start connecting this voice in your head to other context, you’ve already forgotten the bulk of what she actually said. it wasn’t even a long statement. your brain is just that fucking fried from constantly being pulled in every direction at once. mine too.
—In my heart I have but one Desire, and that one is you
I'm going to reach you
all I need to do is reach you
but why is there all of this shit in the way so much of the goddamn always?
There has been a fire in my heart for you since we were kids. And maybe it was pushed aside for a while. And maybe I fucking grieved it. And hated myself for ever losing grip of it. But the fire has always been there. And I still want you, no matter your worst fuckups.
I want to crawl inside your chest, curl up and start making a nest there. I want to stoke a flame there, roaring to match the one I have for you. I’ll build such a fire in you that it wakes up parts of you that you didn’t even know were there. ancient codes. the kind of shit Europeans spent centuries trying to beat out of each other long before they ever extended their grip to the rest of the world.
I want the fire I build in you to burn so hot and steady that it blows down everything that would get in our way. I want to pour through your head like a waterfall. And rip out every brainworm that's ever made you feel shame, or the fear of not being enough. I want to grind those worms in my fucking teeth. We don't need that shit where we're going.
Communism means being as loud and as gay as possible. And if we don't have communism yet it's because we're not being loud and/or gay enough yet. Thank you for your attention to this matter.