Too Many Regurgitate
The same face again.
The same mouth saying the same nothing with the same confidence it said nothing last week ... The tie is different ... The nothing is the same ...
We wrestle with this. Not with the face itself. With the fact that we have seen it so many times it has become furniture ... The outrage wore a groove in us and now the groove is just the shape we are ... We do not get angry anymore ... We get the anger's echo ...
Monotony. Mono ... tone ... One note played until the ear decides that is what silence sounds like ...
What does it do to a person.
To take in the same substance every day and bring it back up unchanged ... Digestion transforms ... Regurgitation returns the thing whole ... The body was a hallway not a kitchen ... Nothing was cooked ... The same lame material went in and came back and went in and came back and each time it passed through us it scraped a little more off the walls ...
The Senate as a prominent example. Thirty faces that could be one face ... The same human texture ... which is not human texture at all ... Human texture has grain ... has variation ... has the unexpected soft spot ... has the Wednesday when someone breaks script and says something that was not approved by the people who approve things ... This is not that ... This is wallpaper that learned to talk ...
A dog hears the same sound enough times and stops flinching ... That is not calm ... That is the nervous system deciding this particular threat is permanent and reclassifying it as environment ... We did that ... We reclassified indecency as environment ... We adjusted ... The way a body adjusts to poison if the doses are small enough and regular enough ... Not immune ... Damaged ... but functioning ... which we confused with fine ...
Poor human decency.
Poor ... thin ... stretched ... there was some but not enough to cover what needed covering ... A blanket with more holes than thread ... Still expected to do what blankets do ... It does not ...
That is worth an arena ... Not a conversation at a dinner party ... Not a take ... An arena ... A place with walls built for exactly this kind of wrestling ... Where the mat is down and the doors are closed and nobody leaves until something has been named that has not been named before ...
The monotony is not boring us ... It is replacing us ... The part of us that would have flinched is being sanded smooth ... The part that would have said no is learning to say that is just how it is now ... The grain is going ... The texture is going ... We are starting to feel like the thing we are consuming ... One note ... One surface ... Wallpaper looking at wallpaper ...
The wrestling is not optional ... It is the last texture we have ...
DISCUSTING
February 12, 2026
Unfolding
Methodology: Wonderful Garbage
Style: Noir Song
Oyparaploo
