I sit in my metal chair or
on the edge of my mattress watching terrified strangers lock hands reassure each other that it's only going to be a minute stare into a future they volunteered for I always pause before the ride starts imagine their journey through the line an hour fifteen minutes some reasonable time to wait for joy but to slough through a queue with a choke of florida in your throat knowing only the impending velocity of why awaits you I can't imagine shackling my time for that Unpause As the minimum wage scowl and sunstroke straps them in or lowers the bar around them I stand up crack my knuckles It is always two people one giggling squirrel the other manga-eyed and popping all their joints out of their sockets It's not always a simple roller coaster sometimes a goliath slingshot twirling marionette strings For these rides there is no slow climb before regret there is only one person screaming one passing out coming to screaming passing out No one who pays to scream and pass out should ever cast judgment on the bsdm scene again My breath is unfathomable If I ever become idle bloat like stinking moneyed filthy bourgeois I'm going to set up my cameras by the midway exits film the aftermath the lurch of tectonic mortality I don't want to be a paleontologist of fear but an archaeologist of survival with a focus on illogical risk specifically those who seek to caress death for reasons other than love or money people who want to let some stranger throw them at but not actually into the atmosphere people who want to be belted into a tracked car going nowhere at dangerous speeds
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