I don’t want to watch that show.
I don’t want to buy that phone.
I don’t want to be swept up within yet another pop culture drone.
I don’t want to buy that bargain.
I don’t want to see that sale.
I don’t want to find new things to buy at all.
I don’t want a house.
I don’t want a “nice” car.
I want to live in a woodland shack heated by log fire.
I want to burn that ad-board.
I want to stand in hail storms,
and blasphem to the sky.
I want to love so fiercely that tears run from my eye.
I want thunder on the mountains.
I want a cloudy sky.
I want to live forever, and to never ever die.
I want stories read by voices.
I don’t want speakers and wifi.
I want real damn people to talk to without an artificial go between.
I don’t want netflix, or amazon, or any other subscription.
I want to tame beasts, not buy them.
I want a corner of my own, immovable.
I want open fires.
Home brewed wine.
I want the great monster to stop watching me.
I want the smiths hammer to stop whacking me.
I want to topple something old and plant something new.
I want something that died a long time ago.