We think every word we speak is a sales word.

We’re selling our reputation 
our self-worth 
our special skills 
our us.

But I’m of the school of no sell.
None of our sentences actually attempt to sell anything.
They are shot out of an economic cannon one cannot see.
They are confetti dancing over the void 
like those old pop gun party favors would release.

Every day the stock market throws this party 
to celebrate itself.
Even to watch it from afar is a treat.
If you inhabit this distance, 
gazing from its calm awayness, 

you are either loaded 
or some kind of artist.

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