To Tao Lin

Fuck you.
I can say that because I'm not you.
But I can't really mean that because we share something.
I do mean it, as in there is sincerity in these words,
but I can't mean it, as in average it out.
I don't eat animals.
I eat products of animals.
I eat parts of what were once animals, but now are food.
And when I stop
for a minute,
for an hour,
for weeks,
the world keeps spinning,
and human flesh is still sold on the black market.
When the oil of animal flesh coagulates
it makes a round shape.
When that same oil of humans coag's
it makes a diamond.
Be glad you're not so gaudy as a rapper,
or that would've been a great segue-way.

The computers you use to make your e-books,
and what is used to make blogs some read
and what is used to make music some hear
and what is used to get bicycle directions in this town
and what is used to watch porn some build careers around
is killing the earth as well.
Youngsters are harvesting the danger/dead Macintosh parts
for bits of food and coin for cloth.
Like youngsters rummage through garbage dumps of cities
looking for thrown-away ziploc bags to use as condoms.
And yes I said Ziploc.
Because that's a part of my culture,
the culture that you are a part of
that is killing the earth.
And if you can continue to think
that crossing your arms,
crossing your Ts,
and blotting your eyes,
or at least doing so in your art
is going to stop the giant hand you sit in
from scratching off its corrosive dead skin cells
onto the surface of the earth,
you're crazy.
You've got some nerve.
Who do you think you are?
Fuck you.
I can say that because I'm not you.
But I can't really mean that because we share something.