Imgagine you're on a very special boat, a cruise boat, which is giving you a free ride all over the whole world. The days are beautiful; there's no rain, no sign of whaling vessels or political crisis. You're serene. You've brought along some books, a little Jacques Derrida, some Michel Foucault, a dash of Judith Butler, and of course, a good translation of Karl Marx.

But there's nothing to eat but macrobiotic food. Anorexic women run in ceaseless circles around and around and around the perimeters of the boat. They eat, and vomit over the side. They're thin. Very thin. Members of the crew have smuggled chocolate on board, and are giving it to the women who will fuck them for it. Stairmasters are everywhere. Women ride them and try to pretend they're not sweating.

You're on the macrobiotic boat.

(From the flyer for The Macrobiotic Boat's latest album, "Checking In")

Check out the lyrics to some songs from "Checking In"

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