we're not going to make it

there is no different between morning and night there is no passage of time or sun or moon or sky but asphalt and there is also aimless transaction and the evacuation of intestines into neglected waters and agape mouths of those with nothing left to give or say who eat barely warmed slop from their designated trough whose flesh is massaged into indifference by the hands of alcoholic farmers as they wait for slaughter there is that