Money Is Everything No, I don’t wish to talk about money. In no way does it interest me. I seek an infinite leap beyond money. Even with my good eye I am blind to it. How awful for a soul reliant on the body for money. If something has value it is desired. Money has value because it is desired. Everything adds up to money. Money is conceived through itself. Its essence involves existence. Money is the index of everything that’s false. An artist can make many things But money

Zero and the Anti-Dollar Doing nothing at all, Zero sat Gaping at TV, his last lone dollar Crumpled inside a small itchy palm. The news had begun. War shot through the air Like blood. Virulent statistics stirred His insides like poison. The dollar sweated in his hand; It thickened his veins with potential. Looking out Zero saw a V-sign Projected on the night sky. He locked the window, Shut the blind. On his face he chalked A mask of desperation to hide his apathy