That’s why I shattered every mirror.

Free will makes authoritarianism inevitable.

This is due to 2 irrefutable facts o’ reality:

• There is only 1 reality for mo’ than 1 people,¹ which must remain consistent with the multitude’s inconsistent goals.
• One’s actions can affect others.

If multiple people have different goals for how 1 piece o’ reality should be shaped, only 1 o’ those goals can logically be completed—whether 1 completely usurps the others or there is a compromise o’ goals. This will inevitably lead to irreconcilable conflicts—’specially with the huge # o’ people in this 1 world we live in.

Inevitably, some o’ those people’s free wills will entice them to use force to complete their goals; the only way to stifle this force is a different use o’ force. Therefore, no matter which forces are enacted & which win, some force is bound to be used & win.

There has ne’er been a power structure that has kept its power without using force, nor has the world e’er allowed everyone to do whatever she wants.

Note that there are, ’course, different ways to measure authoritarianism, however. For instance, both democracy & totalitarianism are authoritarian; the former is simply mo’ balanced in for whom the use o’ force benefits.

Economics follows the same logic. Though all economic systems are authoritarian—private property is just as much forced onto society through government force as public—there are different ways to measure economic systems, such as for whom they benefit, or how efficient they are. It’s wrong to say that US-style economics is superior to Soviet-style due to being “free”; but it is logical to say that it is due to benefiting a better balance o’ people (due to its property control being slightly mo’ decentralized) & its greater efficiency from the slightly greater competition through said decentralization. This also explains why “social democracies” usually do better than both, as they—through wealth-spreading income redistribution—are e’en mo’ decentralized than the mo’ oligarchical laissez-faire economies.

Spaghetti falls—
Splut.
No arm tears now—
solo me río.

Accompanying music.

Some will say you hide the sun;

I say that the sun hides you.

Clean as cream or stained with mud,

mixed with every hue o’ blue,

you find comfy every season,

mixing with both sun & rain;

bubble me from earthly treason:

pillow me in dreams away.

Then the billows all turn gray,

lullabies turn into shakes—

1 last thunder ‘fore my wake.

I truly hope

you’ll give my scraps o’ trash a warm home.

When I went to refill the bird feed, I laughed—

I always look both ways before crossing the grass.

I hope I don’t get new poop on my new shoes.

No puedes robar mí depresión;

la tristeza es el sólo calor en este vacío frío.

¿No sabes cuantos los cuestra leña?

Cuando piensa de los ahorros sobre los años…

Eso mero depresión vale miles de semillas de girasol;

eso es suficiente para hace gordo algún hámster.

No puede poner esa pastelería en el paquete y pudrirla.

You can’t take my depression;

sadness is the only warmth in this cold emptiness.

You know how much firewood costs?

When I think o’ the savings o’er the years…

That mere depression’s worth thousands o’ sunflower seeds;

that’s ‘nough to make any hamster fat.

You can’t put that cake factory in your packet & putrefy it.

Baby-doll, nothing makes me swoon-a

like a cat that smells like tuna.

Ugh.

But not so much that red vein in your eye.

Please ne’er show me that ‘gain, kitty.

Alguien en el radio dice,

—Creo que 2015 será un año muy bueno—,

a cuál respondo,

—pues, yo creo que será lo peor—,

solo realizar que no pudo oirme,

que no pudo oirme nadie,

y eso es por que 2015 es tan bueno:

porque a los que no les gusta

no se permite tener voces.

Someone on the radio says,

“I think the year 2015 will be a very good year,”

to which I reply,

“Well, I think it’ll be the worst,”

only to realize he couldn’t hear me,

that nobody could hear me,

& that is why 2015 is so good:

‘cause those who don’t like it

don’t get to have their say.

Yes, the leaf’s still in my tea;

it can swim where it damn-well-please.