MICRODERMABRASION ON THE FACE OF DEMOCRACY Okay I say here we go now down to the brown murky depths of sorrow! Relay a canned sphered key logo to clown the slowed curled cuts to marrow! Parlay delay decay slowed shroud of the blackest irking deaths run fallow! I can see and hear no clicks echoed in ear shot. Fuck it tuck it in or strap it up to hide the bruised sides from public eyes. Zip up sew the trap shut sever the tongue I can’t stand the languid tonsils shining from behind mollusk hides. Crow necked rubber glides shiver moral red tides in this broken bric-a-brac haste set it to tick set it to bake for taste. I can’t bare to breathe anymore pasty wet pet names. All of you fucks need to wake up and get together Try a little harder to spend a lot less and live much better Realize the debts you’re making for future generations quaking in the womb still being filled with your toxic seed. Don’t you get it can’t you see? How all these fucked up little things that fill your dormitory lifestyles are tangled With the lives of slave labor shackles? Stop buying and quit rolling the dough, boiling up beyond the horizons of our achingly slow Pink and purple shortsighted continuum of excess. Ya better find new fuels for these cancerous fires for the winter is gonna burn deeper than cantos can quiver irreverent pathological seas. Seized in the doorway of future headway pathos. hmmmmm ooooooh well I see what’s happening here let’s all just cool it and think it through a little while I’m not quite sure what to do but there has to be a solution Maybe some kinda lotion potion, quotidian concoction to suffuse the pollution Let’s just invent some algorithm to decrease population Pour money into invention, a miracle fabric to stave off starvation Anti-coronary pills, meta-stasis cancers, organic refractions? With all this technology there must be a way already or soon will be? For the future is here now dontcha know so we can’t be the canary Don’t stress it chill out (wo)man take it easy and wait, you’ll see it’ll all be ok As long as the sun lasts us through the day And there’s still atmosphere to waft away the gagging smells of decay Isn’t there an app for that? Hold on a minute let me check my screens I’m sure there’s some answer in these oracles dementing clandestine beams Of truth safety and security That’s what they’re made for to make it all go away And decrease post-fordist stress lines The microdermabrasion on the face of democracy. ((break)) Minor theorization A cartography of affects On the level of daily relationships A relationship to space Here analysis consist of connecting and making coexist Neither to homogenize nor to unify Rather to arrange levels of discursivity According to principles of transversality To make them communicate transversally We are crushed under the weight of mass media By images o power By a manipulation of the imagination In the service of an oppressive social order By the fabrication Of a majority consensus By the cult of security By processes of intoxication That scare people about everything and nothing Infantilizing them to the point that they no longer ask themselves questions. Oh young people lets get organized Piece together transmitters and broadcast intellectual diatribes Experiment with a new kind of communication! ((Finish Side A))

HISTORY, FRACTALS, CHANGE The great evil that has been allowed to flourish and condense into the meta-cloud this relativism this encased space where there is no distinction between shit and shinola Everyone’s on equal footing Everything’s of equal weight Clogging the drains of the ribosomatic palace We have no mathematical ability We don’t know how to ask the questions That expose some propositions as preposterous, trivial, insulting, unworthy of repetition Science is oh so quite capable of undertaking its own reformation are you the enemy? That lonesome slug subverting our enterprise? deconstructing our notions towards a world of clarity? Why can’t we point out the pernicious forms of idiocy that flourish in our own community!? An appeal to the level of intellect that makes what’s going on with internet advertising like a meeting of the Princeton institute of advanced study why have we tolerated so many semi-loose heads? Who is willing to take on the karma involved in argument? and all the messy discourse that bores somebody else’s ox? So that at the end of the day such institutionally sanctioned forms of absurd iridology, like Mormonism, lies in shreds on the floor? You want to talk about what’s politically correct!? I can feel the tension in this room because people sense that I might gore their particular thoughts Clean up your slime and forget about trailing back There are just so many foolish people in the world DEAF BUMB BLIND FEELING SMELLING THOUGH A THICK WOOD All of these things are intelligence tests dontcha know Those that pass are not worrying about pro bono proctologists from other star systems We have perfected politeness We have perfected the ability to listen to damn foolishness without betraying so much as a flick of an eyebrow when we realize the vacuum we are in the presence of Now it is time to refine our mathematical skills learn to think straight and not be afraid to denounce the pernicious forms of foolishness which are viciating the energies of our brethren and making us appear marginal and absurd in the discourse oriented towards truly transforming society ((break)) THIS HOLIDAY SEASON A LOVED ONE HAS MANY NAMES Poisons potions body lotions Slickin’ it on for a real smooth silky person Personages pertaining to a royal luxurious crème bath Petinaed and palpitating pulchritudinous polygons Retinaed and lactating ommatophobic polyglots Polyps of the body sponge PE PAH PONDER PROTO ZOAN PRO PRO PROSTHETIC PARASITE You can only feel your heart when it’s disintegrating An energy perpetually fleeting, heating, dissipating Oh to heave with gravity rather than predestinarianism! I retract my offer give it back I only have so much to spare and certainly none to waste on some somatic (( olfactorally designed patina copper finished filigree patterned lidded box with fleur de lies top metal embossed rope pattern around trimmed rim criterion paragon motif )) All is flow all is motion Set it down to lose it in ripe curled tides Release all inhibiting noontime shadows Tan your own hide in order to segway to the next installment Everyone else can stay back and eat pie and die in their own bile But nay not you or I ! We ferment loftier tempests to cast our die ! A stone cold throw of purest prophetic sight ! We as augur, sotthsayer, spiritualist archetype ! Break with kismet to entwine & reticulate astral kites ! I’m sick of all this about your obfuscated oblivion Oh sorry impetuous strokes and tears for fallen Babylon Desiderata of dilated hallucinatory Zion Try on these palaver pontificators Strap on slink in nip and tuck the tip of the royal interpreters Step out of your own shit and smell the sour ideations of senility ((break)) THIS HOLIDAY SEASON A LOVED ONE HAS MANY NAMES Poisons potions body lotions Slickin’ it on for a real smooth silky person Personages pertaining to a royal luxurious crème bath Petinaed and palpitating pulchritudinous polygons Retinaed and lactating ommatophobic polyglots Polyps of the body sponge PE PAH PONDER PROTO ZOAN PRO PRO PROSTHETIC PARASITE You can only feel your heart when it’s disintegrating An energy perpetually fleeting, heating, dissipating Oh to heave with gravity rather than predestinarianism! I retract my offer give it back I only have so much to spare and certainly none to waste on some somatic (( olfactorally designed patina copper finished filigree patterned lidded box with fleur de lies top metal embossed rope pattern around trimmed rim criterion paragon motif )) All is flow all is motion Set it down to lose it in ripe curled tides Release all inhibiting noontime shadows Tan your own hide in order to segway to the next installment Everyone else can stay back and eat pie and die in their own bile But nay not you or I ! We ferment loftier tempests to cast our die ! A stone cold throw of purest prophetic sight ! We as augur, sotthsayer, spiritualist archetype ! Break with kismet to entwine reticulate astral kites ! I’m sick of all this about your obfuscated oblivion Oh sorry impetuous strokes and tears for fallen Babylon Desiderata of dilated hallucinatory Zion Try on these palaver pontificators Strap on slink in nip and tuck the tip of the royal interpreters Step out of your own shit and smell the sour ideations of senility ((break)) A series of questions :: secessions :: legions A set of binomial sensations :: lesions A sect of idolatry serrated :: legends SIT UP STRAIGHT AND WAIT [ tic tic tic tic tock tock tock tock ticking ticking tocking tocking clicking clacking incessant churning of every thing ] consult the oracle: Oh! Antimony Bath! Oh! Bone Barameter! Oh! Shoeless Savant of Lessnesses! Peer through muddied theaters of dead history To reap the dusty nutrients of passing martyrs ((back to HISTORY FRACTALS CHANGE)) ((End))