six hundred billion on a military, seven bills on the big game. they drop their bombs, we catch pop flies, the lights go up, we all fall down. who wins? who pays? who dies? who stays? it’s worth it, though, to know we’re safe, to keep things comfortable, to preserve our way of life: chocolate-dipped avocado sushi clearcut silverfuck gold mine. you only live once. knockoff sneakers plod concrete-paved abandonment. mascara covers another long night. it’s worth it, right? we all