Sometimes I feel we live our preserved life unnoticed. Our
little tomato-caned life, with our little genetic engineered
babies, with their foreseen color weight and intelligence.
with our sterile, clean white environment, with it's
harmless dead bacteria that's blended into our cellophane-
packed & jarred shelf- food, supermarket buyed.

Many times I see us, standing patiently in everlasting
lines. Lines for supermarkets and grocery stores and banks
and ATM's. Lines for the exploding buses of Egged or Dan or
Metropolin. Crowded lines in front of the central bus
stations, waiting for our personal belongings to be scanned
and monitored and metal detected. Us opening our bags while
entering the post offices or work or malls. Letting the
security- guards peck between our lipstick and wallet and
tampons. Green green lines with green pushing soldiers with
their little green-plastic-covered-soldier-ticket, wearing
their synthetic nylon uniforms, shoving themselves into the
already airless- men- filled 431 bus line to Tzriffin.

All the time I see dead- wearied personalities, with their
prescriptive looks, their same fur- jacket and crocodile-
bags and leather- jeans, their same fashion dictated
clothes, their same interior home design. with their
cute-little pink babies that are growing to be their not-
so- innocent- any- more selfish children, developing to be
the cute adorable self- centered teenagers, staring their
huge wide plasma T.V screens. Staring at their famous
worthless skinny- boned high models, strolling pointlessly
on the long track of them. Those little Barbie-dolls- men
and  Barbie- dolled- women walking on their conveyor belt.

Every time I walk I imagine them maintaining their so-
called life, with their old- stretched perforatedless
porousless skin, preserving their already- ruined health
with that trademarked French- fries- deep- fried- creamed
and buttered fat food of them. stuffing themselves with
vitamins, puffing themselves with so called pain- relievers,
for it's only drugs disguises to be medicines. Shall I take
Blue pill or the Red one? The blue cheap Ibuprofen or the
more expensive red Nurofen? It does not matter. Anyway they
both contain the non- steroidal anti-inflammatory Ibuprofen
drug. Anyway the toughest Forte pain reliever can not
relieve the pain of LIFE.

And the sad sad thing about it all, is that their pills,
their messed- up culture and their pissed- off life is
also my own's. and when they're stuffing themselves -
I'm puffing myself, and their ruined education - is my
lacking knowledge, and their self- injury mental disease -
is myself harming me.

Sometimes I vision us all humanity as little genetic-
improved embryos, floating in preserving glycerin- filled
tubes, lying in lines in god's lab. So- not- anxious to live
our life, so- oh- waiting to take the little pill, the
little bullet, that will end our soaring life.