There, good. I have gotten your attention, either because you think I’ve got something to say, or because you enjoy random skirmishes of poetical graffiti, or because you clicked on some link on the internet without really knowing what you were getting into. It doesn’t matter. You’re here now. I pick up my
Once upon a time there lived a blue world full of nattering apelings.They spent their time shrieking at screens and turning trees into black smoke and turning whales into coins and digging holes in the planet and figuring out how to kill millions of each other at a time.They'd spend
This is a call to the swans in your chest, and the pterodactyls in your eyes, and the primordial reptiles swimming beneath your tongue. This is not addressed to your yammering thinkbrain, which biffs and boffs about who goes where and what the right and wrong things are. This is addressed to the peacock feather
March the children off to school, for they’ll be criminals and fools if we don’t fill their tiny minds before the Russians get inside. March the children one-by-one; don’t let them skip or dance or run. Hose them down with gasoline and march them into our Machine. March the children off to work; turn
Everyone hates waiting but everyone’s waiting. Waiting for things to get better. Waiting for death. Waiting for life. Waiting for love. Waiting for enlightenment. Waiting for the revolution. Waiting for the Mueller report. Waiting for Q. Waiting for the Messiah. Waiting for Godot. Waiting. Waiting for life to begin while their cells replicate, while their lungs take in oxygen, while their
If you go quiet, you can hear the birds outside chirping and singing at the joy of existence. If you go even quieter, you can feel the thrum of your own cells chirping and singing at the joy of existence. If you become still, you can see thunderous beauty in
In vulnerable states, like when a bird meets my gaze or after a good knife fight, I will sometimes admit to being a materialist, with the small caveat that I don’t know what material is. I know what time it is, but only when it’s the same time as the broken clock in
Welcome to Planet Earth, where books written by dead men tell the living how to live.Where children who do not know how to live teach their children how to live.Where children pray for miracles using minds that are made of miracles with clasped hands that are made of miracles.Where children
I have invented a synergistic dongle widget which uses VPN robo-cybertechnology to turn millionaires into billionaires. Invest, invest, get in on the ground floor and invest.I have invented a new rechargeable battery which is made entirely of eco-friendly materials by the youngest slaves in Bangladesh.I have invented a virtual home assistant called Amazon Snitch which automatically
We make magic with our eyes.We let the world sprout feathers and dance like a child in the spotlight of our attention.We let our chests glow golden with the voice portals of intergalactic Wal-Mart yodelers.We stay in that eyespace where pigeons are the same as dragons and cats