[If you are easily offended by words, please skip today’s post… — KMAB] | |
the surgeon general has determined | |
that I am a hazard to my own health | |
so they took away my razor blades | |
knives & forks | |
turned off my gas | |
electricity | |
water | |
(even drained the toilet) | |
emptied my medicine chest | |
carried off every scrap of rope | |
twine | |
cord | |
not to mention my bedsheets | |
handkerchiefs | |
locked every window and door | |
now the surgeon general is unable to determine | |
whether I died from hunger | |
thirst | |
exposure | |
asphyxiation | |
nasal congestion | |
or the stench of my own shit | |
— Ray Toy | |
[I don’t know where I found this quote back in my teens, but despite the dystopian imagery, the writing made me laugh out loud. I don’t laugh at it now, but it still makes me smile (grimly) to think any government could protect us from ourselves. | |
To be honest, my handwriting is so bad, I may even have the author’s name incorrect. If anyone knows where this came from or who Ray Toy is, let me know. I’d love to know more about him. — KMAB] | |
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