You’re only as attractive as your last sale.
And humankind struggles to put together an identifiable model of acceptance,
fear, the most successful sales pitch is not only pitched by the sales people, it is pitched by the purchaser, and so the foray of beings so desperate to sell themselves to others as worthy will ironically buy up whatever it is to sell themselves and stay attractive in the eye of the shopper. Most people are shoppers, they can’t help it, they’re conditioned that way.
From birth, the sales pitches begin, you’re bombarded with the messages that you need to purchase stuff to be worthy.
Men, rush to appear dominant, successful, ambitious and driven, women too are buying them same. Women rush to appear beautiful and attractive, physically appealing, whatever it takes, men too rushing to much the same.
Fake lips,
fake eyes,
fake cheeks,
more lies.
Bleached teeth
fake breasts,
fake beards,
fake chests.
Fake money,
fake status,
fake tans,
fake lashes.
Financed cars,
psychologist appointments,
wannabe stars,
perpetual disappointments.
Feathered eyebrows,
both she and he,
blind hearts, dead souls,
physical eyes but they cannot see.
This drudgery,
this misery,
this dichotomy,
of the world being raised on consumer culture,
thus everyone trying to sell ‘me’.
And yet here I am,
a spanner in the works,
here to tell you,
sell nothing,
and consider yourself dirt.
W.E.
lonerloaner 