Just like you, I’ve been waiting for this day. Not just since last night when I lay down.
We have been waiting now, all of us freaks. Who stand out like freckles on sunlit cheeks. The tribe of which the seeker seeks. All who wake up, only to rake up the dead leaves & detritus after a cool capital driven day like any other in the usa. Concentration of the pure form, like a zip file or compression. We saw the energy turning red. Without the glow of health of which democracy’s freedoms can attribute. More like an dishonest copy of a Winslow Homer. You can see by the angle of the fishing boat at sea… its not angled so masterfully.
You show your distaste for this. When on foreign soil or in foreign company, you cannot hide how you feel- Evidenced by the color in your cheeks. So where do we go? Freaks! Unite on the streets! Kill your tvs, or your extension trees, or burn your DVDs, iphones and androids! You need not be alone, you already know, with the occupation no longer on the downlow. Taking what just begs to be given up. Like the gold from golden parachutes, the silver that fills the cavities but leaves the hole in the soul of the bottom line focus, platinum from the blondes, the stepford stay at home moms, the wives of one percenters who vote against homeless shelters in their towns or otherwise left of Centers .
Let us not refrain from the old program. The one your mother taught ya. The one your father fought for ya. Let us continue to kill our tv’s before they suck us up like poltergeist! Don’t wait for your mind to float out to sea, like xboxes wisping out the mall on new air nikes. Two bills in each fist! Fainting for the pressure of the numbered pushers behind ya pushing! Bump and ground down to the checkout! Don’t be the one whose unwelcome ideas get sanded down and sautered. Don’t be the lamb, ready to be slaughtered.
The police have no one left to harass. Other than the same which they need to exist as much to survive, the ones who need authority to rebel against, yet when given opportunity to speak their truth… run and hide! Burn rubber with smoke trace left for them to choke on! The ones who don’t take you so serious. The selfish ones. The flops who couldn’t have a cause if they had an attendant to carry it! Those who have no focus, no intent of purpose other than to be entertained some more! Other than to tell you all about their next favorite band. Hoping they are the first to give a secondhand (at best) opinion of a third-rate experience. Thrift store shoe sniffers. Gasoline soaked drifters. The ones who lack integrity and get spooned up in forklifters. The rash of non-OEM non-quality generics. The flies under the foot of the froglegged cleric. Those who consumed as much as they were able, yet failed to consume beyond your average.
Come out come out so they can see ya now. Kids, acapitalists, atheists, acupuncturists! Come out so they can see us! Those who have tickets to the annual pity parity party all over the world. They would suck on your fumes, your perfumes, your me-phones playing i-tunes, if they could! All they will get is…. a glimpse of you from behind back in the store. A glimpse of your behind. The bright, the so bleached white, of cheap broken-seamed fruit-of-the-looms. In the year twenty-twelve may this brightness be amplified to the extent of one hundred sun-reflections off ten earth circling moons.
xoxxooxxxooo. happy new year 2 all!
K IS SILENT 