poetry

coincidental thoughts flying light-speed through hidden orifices attempting to induce a subtle state of instability, of shock to the systems, distortion of the world through meditation, psychotic restructuring, restoration of the species through meltdown, enough of the eternal internal infernal crisis, moving toward a living state of beings who, for one thing, do not let us down when they introduce “the belief project,” which turns out only to be a new phone plan, insulting many of us so-called counterculture folk who probably aren’t even paying attention, and subliminally imploring those who are to associate all their hope and freedom with something of the same old dying corporate machine. get out of her, my people, get out of babylon, wash your hands clean of her, and forgive her. forgiving her is forgiveness of yourselves. just keep writing and don’t look back. keep jamming your eyebrows and talk about something you know. entertain us. destroy the world by writing the last revelation while they’re in the room laughing at themselves. kiss the sun and make all automobiles extinct red. assist a massive movement coming through as the kid spins with the rock on a string through the past hundred years of globalblabification. a mass movement of brain activity popping through the bubble of fake importance and possibility. give me liberty or give me death! is not just a slogan anymore but heartfelt again.