Shit

We, living things, are an eternal in and out, that until we lose the category.

All we do is let something in and let something out, whether is breath, shit or information, or pretty much anything.

We eat and shit. It’s simple.

We eat food, we shit shit.

We are a tube of sorts.

We are god-tubes, as someone once said.

The thing about it is how things come out.

They come out… different, transformed transmutated, added and subtracted.

A little decayed, a little lesser, a little more useful for others, more lied, more subjective. 

Our insides have the power to reshape the proprieties of the matter that’s consumed.

We reserve a part of it for ourselves to stop our flesh from rotting, to retain consciousness.

Our insides have the alchemy to create gold out of lead, to transmogrify air into poison, food into decease, soup into sewers.

Lies into different lies.

Visions into truths.

So go on.

We are tubes, of some sort.

What we do along the way makes us gods from a single-eyed perspective.

We are tube-gods of some sort.

Of course, until we lose the category. 

Escrito 22/02/17