The Faux Pas Press #53

The Faux Pas Press #53

By Jason Fresh

If you are convinced, much like me, that the world needs you, needs you much more than you need it – raise your hand. Raise your hand to the ghosts of your past who camp out in the walls of your rented abode (or the abode that you think you own, mortgaged, and entrusted to you in exchange for lifeblood). What I have to say about you will most certainly trouble you more than it will trouble me. I have seen the coming apocalypse, displayed before my view like the prophets of old – while I jerk off or drink a diet, organic, approved soda. The world depends on me to react to it, the frequencies of magnetic coil depend on my mind to respond and formulate. The actions that I take are mine and they will also become yours. So, the beauty is I don’t have to react to it. I can control my feelings. I can control my thoughts. Who then am I? So, we see The Faux Pas Press, the greatest creation in time. Because if the world needs me more than I need it then, most assuredly, I create what suits me and that is it - your creations are the greatest of time, your time. Congratulations. Most are incapable of such an existence.

I am already dead. I can move through the trails of these redwood forests for as long as I please. I am my grandfather sailing through the greenish walls of the Pacific, resting my head on a Japanese bed, and from Yokosuka take a lick.