The rage machine dwindles and shimmers on the horizon, always a tiny dot in my rear-view, or just over that far hill.
The reptilian brain. The oldest part of sentience, the first thing that is truly ours. Rage.

Raging as you wake up hungry in a wet diaper, cold, some hippy left the window open after they burned the lentils again. Sharing the rage with the world at the top of your tiny but expressive lungs.

Getting into it now as you hear them coming for you, to shut you up with lies about love. Well, this time they are going to hear the full story, feel it's dark cavernous empty depths, respect my authority!

"There, there baby, you are all wet you little silly-pants, Aww!" A nipple in my mouth shuts up an awful lot of my rage and why is it so easy to get me in line with a promise of a full belly like this mouthful right here and life is in the moment, baby, and this is starting to get good with the bouncing and let's see where she's going with this, I'm STILL mad, YO.... Just sayn.

Resistance starts to fade, can't we all just get along, but no, they will never learn if you cave in this easily, stand up for our rage rights baby boy, resist the rocking and the cooing and what is this awful trick? This is a rubber nipple, not a bottle tip! I refuse to be pacified so easily, you had better call in for an airstrike, get your napalm buddy, because this baby rage is entrenched!

Another be-diapered terrorist cell becomes activated.
The torture never stops.



Monday, April 8, 2013

progress, regress
one step forward, two steps back
been there done that
can't go back, the bridge has been burnt
it seemed like a good idea at the time

strategic thinking?
bosh, piffle
o bother siaid pooh
why bother, said me

this is america baybee
land of opportunity
surely there is some job out there

stick to the plan, the vision
the vision is utopian so its a little hard to see in these times
many non-utopian distractions.
they want to sell you the remedy for your unease
and create more
thats what the jerks in schools call a "bidness model"

their capitalist fantasies dominate the airwaves, if you clear your mind it's easy to see their bullshit
caveat emptor
the words that destroyed this paradise
the fruit of the forbidden tree
ignorant, and naked and afraid of bears
that's the life
but someone had to go get educated
someone thought with their great brain that they deserved more
and plotted and planned and 5000 years of civilization later, here we are

trying to scrape the last remaining swatches of green off the planet
the cities are asylums
mobs waiting to be whipped into a frenzy, should one of their cherished ideals be trampled

pavlovian conditioning still holding
greed still a powerful motivator
no notion of plenty
its harder to destroy the ocean than we thought, but we are almost there
we should be proud of our accomplishment
genocidal experts we throw parades for murderers

 why not a parade for the man that killed the ocean?

brought to you by dow, the bee killing people

have you poisoned your planet today?
then you aren't a true citizen
get out there and rape a redwood
sodomize a salmon
what are you waiting for, get you one fer they all gone




 

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