I.U.me. she he it her yes you you Y-O-U.
You know who I am writing this for.
Time is upon us and as we sit still together alone in the dark cold room they will build more and more fences endlessly until we stop them. You can't just burn down the fences. Well, you can, but it doesn't spread too quickly. Except in the summer. It is almost the summer.
But then, fires tend to burn everything else also. I dig for fire, I know, it doesn't make sense. But deep in the earth it is very very hot, we know this.
I like to think of myself as a space astronaught rockstar wannabe super hero to you and lord over everyone else. Except when I am dreaming. In my dreams I am one of you.
But then when the night comes I get out of bed and follow the drone of the alarm clock into the tops of the office tower and out that clean squeeky window. One by one the lemmings file onwards. Tie your tie to my tie! Untuck your shirt from your pants! Forget to shine the black shoes!
You are a rebel and you know it because you buy all the right brands and that makes you a special little guy. You are a rebel because you don't buy anthing at all and that makes you a missing little guy. You are missing out on life when you are not shopping. You are giving up the power.
"Yes Ser, That may be So. However, I feel that the ends to Not Justify the means."
"Well, Well and good." I hiss back at you: "This is no time for such poppycock. Women will not ride your cock when you are such a flaccid pea hen nobody hear but tommorrow maybe one day in the event of a miracle...
Well, not me tommorrow. i choose to live life for today and there is nothing that you can do to stop me! Grab life by the balls and squeeze til it is sterile. The alcohol is 80 proof so that is proff enough of its cleanliness. And we all know what cleanliness is next to."
The bathroom is on the other side of the hall. You can vomit your meal up in there. Ma'am.
Aside: [Of course it is a Ma'am. She had long hair didn't she?]
You are not on her side anymore. You are not going to buy her breakfast. She can give it back to you into that toilet. Remember Food is the ENEMY! The nourishment for the soul is emptiness and character. Fucking up builds CHARACTER. Only a story with strong characters will compel you to read it because you are a sucker. Fucker mother brother. Don't do that to me because I won't do that to you.
The bass is thumping and the harmony is inviting. We sing a horus of electronic bloodless warfare. Lust of the ethernet please. I am not a poor man. I have my health. I have my health still, yet. Frailty is weakness.
What did the screaming breakfast make you out to be in the end of the narritive? The circle is now complete and we all feel better when there is a sense of closure. Like at the end of your real day when you put your problems to bed and get some sleep.
This is my form of nihilism.
I reject all of that.
At the end of the day I don't sleep because I cannot put it to bed for you in my mind. Because I've been feeling really horny all day. Because I want to stick it in somewhere. Because I think that maybe if I focus then I can fuck it all up. The banks and the boxes driving round in circles, the freaks in their offices with the tiny phones ring tones, the artistez and their coulture of death - the death of what little remains in the true light. We are on our way together down the road to melting polar ice caps and drilling inside the parks for just that little bit more profit to make the yearly dividend unessacery.
We smurf under a blue sky that reflects the energy of the sea. The ocean will rise and cover all the land and take you back into the generalised soup of being. We are all one has a new kind of meaning when you are struggling to differentiate yourself from the water that wants to communicate intimately with your broncheal opening. Salty brine to steralise even the most verile fuckup. Is that a gun in your swagger? Do I detect a hint of napalm under ears and wrists? Yes they use that shit still on the babies and children. Guess what another mass grave was found from the '80s when Reagan the TV hero was resident of irak.
Leave that office copier alone you. That is my broadcast ands I paid the license fees for it so now your mental space I do own. The land under feet is mine too and as far as I can piss. You can't reengineer my genes to accept that pablum Mr. Boss Sir. Y? X?
There wasn't anything left. I just finished off the leftovers. Then I rolled over in my grave and vomited up all the food I had eaten throughout my entire lifetime in order to cleanse my soul for the final awakening. The coffin slowly filled up and the lid just lifted with the tide of upchunk bubbling up from my hades pot tummy soul. The hole in my head filled the hole in your bellw with spew food that did NOT taste better coming up than it did going down. The graveyard is flooded with a sickly orange tide and the coffin lids and bloated arms and legs, partly decayed have arisen up from the earth. Remember kids, buy that new diet pill NOW or this could happen to you. Obese tubby shit head. You think with your own ideas of what is the beauty is that which is not prescribed and so we will arrest you in your sleep and you YOU -y -o -u ou ou ou ou ou you, shall keep dying until you have read all of the ingredients except for the non-medicinal ones and remember that sugar, fat, protein, starch, lipids and eggs will all kill you and then your coffin will float in vomit that came out of a supernatural belly for the guilt. Try jogging through that messy garden Bo. Flex that might shaft of Atlas under my buttocks tommorrow.
Driving cars cures cancer.
Babies say that the pope is slowly poisening them. He uses too much foul language for their impressionable minds and he always says it with sacrostant glee. Remember that the righteous are holy and that the holy are the righteous. Be still my fluttering heart for he has a nuclear man for a bomb cock and he sits indeed high as the tall man.
What for is the flash bulbs after the fact? No never, not only but except for the TV movie special. I'm not really a reporter, I just play one on TV. I remember the last time she said that too me, the secret service man asked me politely to leave with the butt of his gun blast.
Snap to the beat!
We are all so hip!
You are going to be the coolest boy of the year because you have done all the exercise that Jesus told you to and have been eating right. Righteous! Cowabunga! Me Three. Tee Vee! Hummer, baby, humm her. Boys like the lips swingin' in their face. Straddle this lazy, my corderouy today was last year's garbage pile. Now I know all about fashion so I don't waste my inefficiency on that outmodeded trashlock. Cowbells!
Remember to press record. Then you cannot miss anything at all. You can replay too infinity. How can you call us a society that likes to forget?
"But you see ---> we miss the point there,
and there,
and here."
"Nonsense dear boy, just pause the freezeframe. I am conscious of your negligence but you are just not a sharp enough competitor. Don't come crying to me about the rules of the game just because you aren't winning...
Socialism is fraud. There is nothing to be gained from sharing. We had a war on drugs and now we have a war for the new problems.
Game theory is too radical a concept for you to be allowed to hear about it. Perhaps you would notice how cooperation fits into the scheme of things. You are so alone because
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