Experimental Flyer Fast Food

DG Fast Food Experimental Flyer

This experimental flyer (not distributed and still in draft form) is inspired by Anti Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia by Deleuze and Guattari…..

The Body is the Weapon–Mysterious comrade

“For no one has thus far determined the power of the body…” Spinoza

We desire beautiful, delicious and healthy food. Instead at fast food spots we fill our bodies with poison. Heart disease, diabetes, and obesity is our future. It is not god which awaits us in the afterlife but Ronald McDonald with another Big Mac. Laugh mother fucker laugh. Here is a death meal that will make you happy….the fries that will make your anus bleed ketchup….

We are the over fed. We are over fed like cows and pigs. This is another factory of a new type. Look around. If we were animals you would think we are going to be slaughtered. But aren’t we? We over eat so Dave the founder or Colonel sSanders from KFC can pocket some cash. Then we have to go to work to make that cash. If animals only purpose is to eat, sleep, and fuck then we have become animals.

That is not true. Animals get to play more than us and get to spend more time with their children. If this does not shock you then your brain cells have been killed by the microwave eyes of Ronald McDonalds. Smile.

Sleep. Eat. Work. Eat. TV. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. This is our life. We fill the cracks with smiles, church. And our children or bfs/gfs.  Cracks of a plumbers ass.

We are not animals, but a new kind of people on this planet. Some people call us the multitude. We are the many with infinite desires. Capitalism degrades all of our desires. We desire great food and instead we get shit between a bun. Or chickens called nuggets born with no legs. Let’s grow humans with no legs. Let’s try that.

In each fast food spot the multitude exist. The over fed come to be fed till the toilet over flows with feces.  The new world is here. It is across the table and across the cash register. There is only one Ronald McDonald. Kill him. There are many of us in NYC. Do not be afraid. The police are coming. We have fries. We will throw fries at the and finally give them a taste of their medicine.

We do not want to just take over McDonalds, Wendy’s, Dominoes, etc. We want to build food palaces of beauty and pleasure where anyone can nourish and replenish their bodies and recharge their batteries. Not for work. But for play, fun, and beauty…

Fries are weapons of mass destruction. Look at what they have done to our bodies. They have turned all of us unto potato and salt digesting machines. Fries are yellow bombs in our stomachs. When they explode it is called high blood pressure, obesity and heart disease. It is called disgust when we look in the mirror and don’t like what we see.  Our mothers always said we were too fat to fit into the Victoria secrets lingerie. Now we know why our bfs penis is so small. He hate too many yellow fries. They exploded and turned his dick into a limp biscuit.

In Ronald McDonalds hell hmos, dirty ER rooms, and crowded hospitals await. Never mind that is the hospital down the street. Would you like fries with that?

Sleep. Eat. Work. Eat. TV. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. This is our life. We fill the cracks with smiles, church. And our children or bfs/gfs.  What does it mean that our life is a repetitive routine. A exciting action movie breaks the boredom, but we are too scared to do anything that exciting. Laugh all you want. Silly rabbit… Delusions are for the converted. Time to wait in line at Starbucks. You got no guts where it matters only a beer gut.

In each fast food spot the multitude exist. What is the multitude? It is you, me, the person across the table, the person working, the person eating …. It is everyone who has ever thought of a better life but cannot touch it because of the color of their skin, the size of their bank account, or the vagina between their legs.  If you think you will touch heaven in this life then stop reading. Go out and buy a Ferrari, move to the upper east side, quite work. I did not think so. You don’t got shit other then a big fucking mouth. Relax. That is the hardest part. Learning all your dreams and desires will not be fulfilled. That was the hard part. It is time to cry. Tomorrow it will be time to fight.

We do not want to just take over Mcdonalds, Wendy’s, Dominoes, etc. We want to build food palaces of beauty and pleasure where anyone can nourish and replenish their bodies and recharge their batteries. Not for work. But for play, fun, and beauty…It sounds crazy don’t it? Ha ha ha.  Those burgers done kill your brain. If you were born in a box and never saw the world outside of it, how could you even dream of grass or the water or the ocean. That is you still stuck in a card board box. I am offering you a knife. Only you can cut the box open. Don’t be afraid. The sun feels good.

We are not animals, but a new kind of people on this planet. Some people call us the multitude. We are the many with infinite desires. Capitalism degrades all of our desires. We desire great food and instead we get shit between a bun. Or chickens called nuggets born with no legs. Let’s grow humans with no legs. Ohh wait. How can we forget, that is called bbq Iraqi and Afghani toast.  Fryer and cluster bombs. Both kill.  One from the inside and another through shrapnel through your brain. Those are the cuisines of the U.S. army.  Served up. Aircraft McDonalds style. American style.  Let’s try that. Don’t see the connection.  It is the food you eatin. It is cloggin your heart. It is clogging your brain. And in a few minutes it be cloggin your arse.  Don’t forget about the donkey parts.

In each fast food spot the multitude exist. What is the multitude? It is you, me, the person across the table, the person working, the person eating …. It is everyone who has ever thought of a better life but cannot touch it because of the color of their skin, the size of their bank account, or the vagina between their legs.  If you think you will touch heaven in this life then stop reading. Go out and buy a Ferrari, move to the upper east side, quite work. I did not think so. You don’t got shit other then a big fucking mouth. Relax. That is the hardest part. Learning all your dreams and desires will not be fulfilled.  It’s ok to let go.  When your dreams are gone, your real desires. Your earthly desires will come clearer to you. This was the hard part. It is time to cry. No one wants to let go of their dreams.  Riding on unicorns.  Santa Claus. Remember when you learned they did not exist.  It was like the sound of a balloon popping, but this time it was your heart.  This will heart more.  Because your dreams are what kept you waking up in the morning and going to a job.  A job that you know you giving your best years to, for something that will never come.  Open your desires like the present you could never imagine. Open yourself like your first orgasm.  Do you even remember what that was like?  Open your desires like today is the last day of your life.  You are a desiring machine…  What would you do? Not living in the real world.  The real world is gonna have you dead.  Time to be living in your own world.  What is it? If you do not know, take your time. But hurry too. You have to die tommorow and return to work. Everyday you die only to be reborn to go die at work.  Eternal return of life and death.  It will be time to fight. Do you know what time it is?

 

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