Showing posts with label war. Show all posts
Showing posts with label war. Show all posts

'If you push that button, your ass gotta' go'

...what necessary force

to protect and serve

by pushing the big

button


those insecure

calling for more security

naturally "protect me

save me, oh mighty one,

say you'll keep us safe by

pushing the button'


we demand the three

minutes extra life

before we get hit back

on the rebound


equal with the nihilist

terrorist philosophy

'let's wipe em' all out

every last stinking one of em'

plus family and friends

wipe em' all off the map


Can you feel the flinch

of the people's trigger finger

quick to revenge slow to forgive

insecure shaved chimps

kicked through Primark

ready to push the button to

save Top Gear

'It's fucking end times

quick act' i hear em; scream

kill kill kill


It's not often that

a relatively honest bloke

becomes a politician, even

less often with a chance to

lead the country


I find myself

agreeing with the chorus

most of the time

'they're all the same,

they're all liars


But no

stop!

Corbyn seems honest

to me

smart, and a man who's

keep his word,

and experienced with world culture

knows how to make peace

through communication


He's a poet too

i ask, who was the last

Tory to have a conscience

capable of poetry?


'push the button'

what a wuss' they cheer

how about you pull the trigger

of a loaded gun pointed at an

infants face, or you're own

mother gets her throat cut and

head removed in front of you

and the infant?


the 'will you push the button'

metaphor for mass murder

typified the Tory fetish

for drama.


Cant be easy for a human

being with a soul still intact

to murder, that most sacrilegious act


and furthermore the passive

complacency of your

tacit support of arms deals

and not free school meals

makes me sick to my stomach


drone strikes and suicide

bombings are equally acts of

cowardice


what ever happened to

gentleman's combat

fencing, martial arts, chess?


from a relatively fair

hand to hand contest depending

on physical strength, skill

strategy and a sporting fair

play to pushing buttons and

literally swiping people off

the map


whatever happened to common decency?

since the gun and the bomb and

the nuclear chemical biological warfare

coupled with white washed language

of surgical strikes and precision bombing
the sickness


combat has become a cowards game

pushing buttons, like a modern DJ

no strings or skins or horns in sight

not trying to reason with words

or martial arts but

big powerful buttons that can kill

millions in one go


imagine the most brutal violent

scenes from a movie

with 1000's of warriors fighting

from a birds-eye view

can you imagine how many

shots stabs and slices it would take

to kill 500'000 men?


'push the button'

the new slogan of the insecure

the cowards who live in

fear of anybody not them


they would willingly cut off

their own nose to spite their

face


--Steve Fly, Oosterpark

Amsterdam, 18.00 03/06/2017

All thinking people oppose terrorism




one year after Brussels was bombed
London was struck by a thoughtless coward
one man with a knife
and a car and a familiar agenda
to cause a spree of terror in the minds of the people
across the mediasphere through
targeting random people
in whatever fundamentalist reality tunnel
this fucker inhabited

all thinking people oppose terrorism
the chaos of the indiscriminate
attacks so devilish in simplicity
a desperate act from a lonely suicidal
maniac driven by who knows what
kind of a broken mind?

all thinking people oppose terrorism
that species of violence and will
to kill based on inflicting a lasting fear
here, in the simplicity, lies the terror
any car and any knife could
take any human life!
both the terrorists and the state are
clear in agreement about that

all thinking people oppose terrorism
but differ on their way to stop it
and on why it started, and, what
else and who else are to blame,
violence united in violence
violence and terrorism know no
nation or religion or race or sex
be indiscriminate in equal condemnation
of terrorism and violence, and war
think different.

all thinking people oppose terrorism
stop the war stop the killing stop
the robbery stop the lies,
oppose the causes of hatred and
the demonization of entire cultures
oppose the use of theistic
terminology such as 'evil'
which plays into the hands of the devil
that master of distraction, obfuscation
and fear mongering

all thinking people oppose terrorism
some people finacially support it
keeping hands clean
selling arms to unstable lunatics to
inflict terror in another land
terror by another brand
the terrorismometer is broken

all thinking people oppose terrorism
some say that false flags are waving
terror as a set-up and a pretext for
cultural division, increase in
state powers and surveillance and
racial profiling and security investment
sheep dipped dupes and manchurian
candidates and strange coincidences
intelligence operations and....and....but

all thinking people oppose terrorism
and so explode with the opposite
everyday love bombing and attacking hate
with thermonuclear peace weapons
killing softly with his song
an unquestionable force for good
with the power of forgiveness blazing

all thinking people oppose terrorism
and should resist the rush to revenge
resist the urge to hate
let the violence become the exclusive
signiture of terrorism
all violence is degrading to the human
stop the wheels stop the killing and the
mockery and the fighting talk
and spare a thought for the victims
and their friends and families and join them
with opposing terrorism
everywhere everywhen.

"All thinking people oppose terrorism both domestic & international but one should not be used to cover the other.--Amiri Baraka

These programs were never about terrorism: they're about economic spying, social control, and diplomatic manipulation. They're about power.”--Ed Snowdon.

Heathcote Williams and hard poetic critical trews



After watching the much hyped latest episode of Question Time i quickly fixed up proper with Heathcote Williams, my new fav. UK poet-rebel. Williams can say in a 3 minute poem what would take a question time guest a decade to communicate (perhaps the comedian could keep up?) further evidence to me that poets hold the key to understanding politics, and Heathcote Williams speaks for Billions of people around the world with his critical prose. Lets hope that more people hear and read him, especially those in the UK.

I would highly recommend his work titled 'American Porn' featuring a prose poem about Alan Turing which i wager contains more information, as Claude Shannon would define it, than the entire new Hollywood movie about Turing. I doubt, for example the movie will include the link with Apple computers, and the current exploitation of foreign labour and the need for suicide nets at some Apple workcamps, which in the capable hands of Heathcote becomes a poetic fact, and in my head yesterday when i heard it for the first time, epiphany.

http://www.sea-urchin.net/news/heathcote-williams-american-porn-news-2/

http://youtu.be/x-QqMKdexZA





















An ark of sympathy in the new dark age of retribution

An ark of sympathy in the new dark age of retribution

(dedicated to all haters, griefers and those full of furious vengence)


I am against capital punishment, against violent punishment without trial, against the wild west mentality of the vigilante, against taking the law into your own hands like the vigilante from the movie Death Wish, or untold other Hollywood tales of going beyond the law to serve up justice. And lets not think too much about the global death wish mentality of many global militant organizations. Stop! 

I could not shoot an animal for sport. Yet, under some circumstances, if armed, i might pull the trigger. Place your fictitious 'what would you do' scenario here [.....]. But, this shoot-to-kill would be a terrifying experience for me and i would regret having to resort to violence, in retrospect. I admit, i may not be able to control myself in some situations, but, situations which i hope i will not have to endure. The opposite feeling to joining the armed forces to fight a war where shooting and bombing to kill are often the drives, both physical and psychological, of the troops.  

To relish and roll in the stench of death, in the idea of killing another human being, for any crime, never mind such crimes that involve no personal physical harm, seem like a gross misconception and example of supreme ignorance, to me. But these values will eternally change depending upon who decides what is right, where they are, when they are, and under what circumstances. Are you in Gaza, or Glasgow, Syria or London, the arguments will rage on and usually the loudest, angriest and rudest voices will rise in a stale society fascinated by such violence, money bling, gossip gobbage, and an eye-for-an-eye mob rule. Gangster gangster all the way.

This revenge strategy feels like a return to the dark ages to me, i can imagine angry mobs visiting suspected criminals in a varying array of scenarios, delivering they're idea of justice with deadly force. No suspended judgement, a clear conscience to kill another human being, or physically injure them, torture, humiliation, public floggings and perhaps a return to public hanging, all this seems good game in the minds of some people. Who knows how many? who cares when its happy hour and the weather is hotter than since records began?

Friends...i am not trying to persuade you that your vicious revenge and willingness to kill, as punishment for various crimes, is wrong. I wish to point out, first of all that violence breeds violence, anybody can see that the classic mafia type of system of revenge just leads to more misery, loss, death and sadness. While governments and corporations wage war on the vulnerable and the poor, we, the people, squabble and in-fight, a microcosm of the problem, greed and physical might against intelligence and rational thought, sympathy, compassion, humanitas, for crying out loud! Secondly, violence is psychically self-defeating, the game of life, the will to life, the meaning in a very general sense is to expand the psyche, to love, explore, perform by example.

How easy and predictable the calls for killing and death to the scumbags, compared with arguments for some kind of life sparing alternative, a trial perhaps, or maybe a willingness to listen to them, sympathetically, to begin communication for rehabilitation? Difficult i know, but achieved by billions of people every day, the masses of the people on planet earth are not killing one another. A small minority of soldiers, terrorists, murderers and their backers, do the killing.

In my limited experience, the majority of thinking humans on earth oppose war, and violence, especially if they have ever been in the thick of it themselves, not just spectating from the safety of the screen world and newspeak culture of sleep induced complicity and hypnotic induced apathy. A desensitization to the suffering and general well being of anybody not them, not their own family and relatively tiny, insignificant social circle. Peace comes of communication, killing stops all possible communication, its the ultimate one way directed manifestation of ignorance, total certainty and inhumane action. I am against killing, against death, against violent mob revenge.

I hope to many of my friends that this seems like restating the obvious, but i have seen an uprising of angry outrage and violent threats toward other people, groups, and nationalities on social networks that blew me away. Unless these people are a surreal league of fuckers just playing around with the language of violent revenge and bloody murder, in a ludicrous synchronized outpouring, i am totally repulsed by this kind of negative vibes and medieval mob mentality.

Yes, we are all getting bombarded with terrible stories and images and cases of violent crimes, abuses against the vulnerable, economic abuses and local crimes, all mixed up in the painstream media, without much balanced guidance and helpful hints and methods for distinguishing the difference between opinions and humanitarian principles. Do you really wish to reenact these violent episodes in your own neighborhoods, villages and cities?

x
Steve fly Pratt

TY is for TRANE YOURSELF. Nov. 2003

TRANE YOURSELF.
By Fly Agaric 23.


The Great hall of records getting
Looted, Dear Lord.
The gods I wonder?

Eye dreamt about a blue one legged
Thunder bolt
Containing one hundred and eight
Coltrane tomes

Ascending through time from
1967!
June
1967!
Six days war and plunder.

Sun Ra.
You fuel my Aiwass Ka.
Son of a Knew Biz dressed in
Afro Blue honey beads you color
Mental tapestry with
Sound.

Razor prose days from the Crescent city
Fill me with joy.
Especially after the rain falls
Because
I can hear the
Future.

In a sentimental moog
I rolled up glyphs into cryptic splyffs
Spark up the golden lamp love.

O Sir, is O’Sirius important?
Ayahuasca
Many strange questions in my dreams about
Cosmic Serpents.
If we are nature’s boy

Then get your evangelical hands off
Our mother’s tomb
Crusader raider.

Carefully
Place the eye of Horus on the Rekkid.
Nod your Nut.

Cut and Scratch the imagination
With A new configuration, like,
Blowing over the whirled
Inside a Syrian ruebot constructed
Sepharic
Light particles.

Sing 13 Moon invitations
to my Sun sister and heal yourself.
S/he runs between the legs of Nuit to the beat
Of acknowledgement.

Like a sun star satellite you shine on
All Nuit.
Sun of RAMMZISS, awaken.

Blowing Stellar regions through your Reedles
Onto stylus psalm needles.
Sun star groove rider.
A Passion flower-powered Goddess
Of balance.

Precession-guided weapons of love
Dissolve any empire of terror.
Pharomba
Made of a substance beyond a dream
Shimmer you and who’s army?
Onward
to the end of the beginning.

Lift the curse from your pursuance with
Ancient sounds.
Hey Wallis Budge over let Jimmy
Take over with,
Acid jewels of love juice.

Gods and dogs talk of
Emerald bullets of pure love.
My tongue spits spackled round Jazz speak like
Cool Daddy cool.
Rewind for the unwind

Love Supreme Council of
Infinity listen up!
Cosmic ambient sounds
Are sacred sentences miles beyond this one.

Trane Your Self.
Re-aim yourself
For the Tranesition.

Hawass KA A.A!
Indialivia Elvin Joanzing
Elevation.

Pyramids capped as we approach the
Witching hour
Of Transformation.

United we can Break
Any calendrical spell.
Dreamcasting wisdom through music

The traveler in soundspirit.
Escape the ape body
And head for the stars.
Where Jukeboxes play
Many of Sun-Ras
Tunes
Rejoice.
(Whispering)

Drink IZIPHO ZAM!
Awakening! Hey sweet mama
I hear a new World Coming
From a far off land.

In the Beginning was the Bird of the Nile,
And the Bird was made Flesh.

The Western Lands…
And takes off skyward.
Ascending.
Geometric forms crafted by the wind
Of Reedles in Orphic Horns.

Sonic army’s of moonchild Arkestra’s
Spill out from Jupiter’s moon like gods
On a safari.
Soar upon wings of Kamapa

Jam spore.
The spore of the words.
Folded and imploded
Gusts of Trane
Wrecking havoc.
Shredding time like Dali’
Compassionately
Weaving Illbient Jungle through
A space-time plug whole
The size of Monk’s dream.

Baby oil exchanged for stocks in
Baby flesh.
Pound for Pound.
“Yes the price, the price, we think is worth it.”
Preaches Mad Lynne Allbright.

Tiny lotus sky church gods
Speak to me in
Enochian Jabberwocky.

Next year on April 10th you will see
The Trilogy.
The Bird-headed flaming one
A Dark Star Maker
It’s just a remix of the RAW.

Severn by Severn
Saxophonic ships
Set sale toward
Sextet isles of
Aum.

Simple soul boats carry the feather
Of an
Ostrich

Get the Zero Pints? Across the hole Galaxy,
Dee
N Eye N
A
Commuted faster than Light.
Frozen spirit of Pan,
Sonic Sperm Seed

Wee
Are Astral traveling
With a prayer before dawn.

Oh Pharoah
Speak to us from beyond
Stargates.
Beyond memories of J.C.
Beyond the red black and green
Sand Castles are
Mansion worlds

Pharoah communicates
The entire legend.
The creator has a master plan!
Our Symbolic Sibilant’s have born word
unto the world.

Cosmic musical meditations mark
A Transition for mankind
Toward Interstellar space.
Oh Lord let me do
No wrong this Equinox

Speak low with triangles
And Tinkle bells.
I invoke thee,
Coltrane

The Terrible and Invisible dog,
Who dwellest in the void place
Place of the spirit

Together we can chant down Babylon
With music.
Sweet sweet music.


FLY GARCIA FLY. FLY AGARIC. CALIF GRAY.
New Orleans. 30th November. 2003.

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Edited and reset Amsterdam December 3rd 2008.

Freestyle Raps Sun 6th May 2007. Eat me.

Welcome to my blog, a break in between the supermarket shopping news,
My views, my writs, raps and thunderclaps, unedited excursions
Through valleys and down various avenues
Like that I believe its healthy to have a hierarchy of values
A spectrum like a rainbow, a selection, an array
I think about values each moment each second, each day
What's important and what comes next
Have i put the maximum meaning in my text?

Although metal and organic material
Can be easily distinguished like the difference between a mushroom and an aerial
Politics oscillates like a food blender blade, leaving me head in bits
Left and right wings switch sides when that crazy bird flips
Without your grounded values laid out on a landscape:
A Mountain, a crop field and a cooking stove
Liberty, Justice and Freedom are like wild Starlings
Twisting, turning, falling and rising
Poles shift each day, and most political dogma lacks
A true varied hierarchy

Of values.
Ivan the terrible and the Dali Lama
Mahatma Gandhi and Stalin
You always need a contrast to make sense fast
Somethings to refer to, more than one
Like the 1968 Chicago fiasco or
The whole Bay of Pigs thing or The British miners thing.

How many died how many live with the scares
How can you calculate the amount of people who died in cars
Going to work? Think i'm bezerk wanting to abolish work?
Work kills, and work is genocide and factory fascism
I agree with Bob Black and i too want my Freedom back
If my body is the earth then i speak for humanity
I want my freedom back, hey dude where's MY country

Who owns the rivers who owns the soil?
I sit smoking blunts contemplating this huge capitalismicrophone boil
On the landscape, i escape temporarily into an Autonomous Zone
Dial up global internet with my phone
And search through a wide variety of metaphors for
Mankind and Nature entertwined, a rose in the iron dust?

A weed growing through a leak in the pavement.
A ant colony that functions like New World government?
War, i will be your abolishment.
What can we learn from Natures ecology management?
By 4 A.M my minds spent, the roses on my table are loosing their petals
But still, they provide a contrast against the various metals
On my desktop tables, a pen, a knife, a gun and a bullet
Inspiration for blended fables,
Like flesh and plastic talking through interactive turntables
Like a sound-wave transforming into neuro-electric impressions
Like the sun that still can cast the darkest of visions
Like the signals that consume us coming from outside our televisons
Kill them! With TELL YR/ VISIONS.

here then, from my beer pen is my hierarchy of values
The black and the blues
Here's what i think is most relevant today, my views, my news:
-Transposeons in Biology that link species
-Quantum insperability principles that link all things
-Renewal of the natural environment to its healthy balance
-The end of the means to create war, monopoly.
-Prove that no one has the right to kill anyone, killing is wrong.

But a hierarchy of values implies that you choose
What values go above, below or besides B'side Education
B' Side Defense and B' Side Economic senses
All ebb and flow
What comes first, what go? what gives?
The starving majority or me and my blogs to the Universe?

I'm playing swingball on the lawn, drink in hand
There's a barrage coming from the garage thats the sound of a band
Prophets hunched around microphones, spitting as the rains come
Themes of Justice, nature and revolution drift into the garden

Khemical agents here to dissolve terror and error
Its simple, just lick me and look in the mirror
Not the paper, the polished glass crystal spaceship
Me and you, out on a whim, breaking down the mess we're in
TOGETHER

On the verge of obscenity with an alternative reality
Sex drugs and revolution, whatever it takes to pull on the breaks
And change vehicle, we need a miracle, a magical rising
To dissolve the fakes and feed the fat and greedy bastards their cakes
Speak out, breathe in, relax to some tracks and crack some four packs
That's what it takes, make grape juice of your enemies
Squirt lemon in the eye of the Bavarian Illuminati,
Don't try, do.
Source out your truth and then spit out your poo

Worlds ablaze with war machines and metal giants on the march
Time to straighten out this dirty laundry with exotic salts and starch
Old guard dinosaurs taking their last breath,
New flesh cyborgs just becoming inspired
Fire in the head and the flames spread like FLU to the Kings bed
Put the lights on red, get out your truck and look up
Times up, were all HERE already
And we don't need your laws no more
No more laws distributed by santitized tele
I no longer sleep with my teddy, i don't need no government to own me
I diss-own you back, i am expat; and i post and roast your hungry ghost
Salute - a toast.

Raise another toast to the end of the word
The end of imperial rule, a swollen inch with a pinch of pepper
I'm with the criminal classes, with the heretics, the outcasts
I'm a loner, anarchist, poet and leaper
Come step and keep your reppup'
Hope you get my letter, but the less you read the better
Maybe the ghosts will gettcha' like they got me,
Forever tuned into flies psychic T.V,
My wireless MP3 tech support cloud that follows me,
I call it "SHE"
Because she loves me
At least Temporarily!

Swam the sea and now i'm beached up with just a log from a birch tree
With salted eyes i spies the city through the jungle lozenge
Steel and glass and concrete, totally alien, totally viral
Lights, a low hum and pre cooked pre packaged foods, um yum.
From the ocean to the car park to power stations
That power nations

Species integrations limited by the harsh metallic environments
Even Bees now die off like democracy
In an upside down Bush/Blair world of disspair
Don't...
Not for those pair, say you don't care, show some flare
Make your face bare and stand your place, then move on
Run your things, ride your truth and raise the roof, write your
Spoof, be tuff, call out the killers and crooks, don't buy Nike
And abstain from Mcfries, Tesco and Starbucks.

So, i secrete the secret secret into your nickel bucket,
Give your SUV a soapy wash with a chemical called POSH
Post Ontological Silicone Heroin,
The surface contains liquid crystals within
So the car can play the image on its hood of a dead boy in Iraq
Next to his toy, OY! what about that boy, what about that girl?
Wake up and smell the OIL

Here's how you get out of a war, breath deeply
Pull down the all the wall and any boundary
And pull down
Trade embargoes
Pull down thy vanity and gain sanity
Size up your liberty and compare with celebrity
Pull all the troops out out of their jobs, turn them into
Squads of circus performers

Decommission all your weapons of mass and - less than mass - destruction
Turn them into rapid food delivery systems
Catapulting wealth to the poor and those in need of aid
To end war you must make your enemies friends
And make communication a priority above all other ends
Dissolve all the worlds sovereign nations into lessons
In cooperative global villages, all independently
Interrelated like an M.C Escher painting

I can sense authority fainting in the face of a painting
And the gov is panting, the gov is necromancing
History of corpses and ghosts dancing
Whirling through Oxbridge and Yaleard encircling
Churches
Disembodied events pitch themselves in History like tents
Blowing in the WIND -
Wars end with the end of history. So let it be.
So said she.

Brew the new tea to replace T.V
Helps you see the bomb and the tree equally
In our hierarchy of anarchy and sarky sparky rhymes to drop in the park
Tune into dark with a spark a light a flash a new, flesh.

End of history, the word and all that resembles it.
Never forget who started the end of the end of it.
You want to end wars then you must master Joyce's Finnegans Wake
Forgive the mistakes i make, but i'm deep in the lake
Giving to take back the sack with imperial letters of attraction
And manufacture a crystal structure to remove the hex of tax on a ration
I keep my mind in traction when i make a financial transaction

Who distributes it how, who's moos define the cash cow
Impeach Bush and Blair for their crimes, today, NOW
Impeach God and replace the void with new woid,
Stay cool and calm now, don't get annoyed
End wars by being overjoyed in the face of shattered times
Forgive all the terror and brutality and government crimes
To End wars start a new, turn your gun barrels into daisy spouts
And your mortar back to poo.

Turn your wars to the canvass the page the air if you still must fight
End wars by converting them into white phosphorus poems
Blow up your art, kill your characters and take over your gallery
But End wars which blind and burn and mutilate and really hurt everybody.
End wars start parties, kiss cuteas and shake booties,
Build your peace zone and claim the earth temporarily
Therefore in harmony with change, process and temporality
Don't fight gravity, love levity.
Turn tanks into turntables, secret plans into fictional fables

To end wars declare peace, its over its over again, its over
End the pain and spend a thought for those poor slain
In memory of the lame and sick involved in the thick of it
End wars by showing that to Kill is to loose,
You carry that bruise with you, murder is known for eating your brain
Murder is psychically self defeating, thats why its eating the killer
Like Hannibal lector.

End wars by becoming a benefactor of change,
Be the one to experiment and re arrange the pieces
Follow the creases and fight the mental diseases that tease us
Turn banks back into bakeries and put icing on the similarities
Between bread and bread.

End war by using your head, end war by staying in bed
End war by stopping work on the factory floor and together chanting
No more. Settle the score but not with violence. With L'amour.
More debate and more alternative models - the cell, the spore.
Say what are we fighting for, ask this question and STOP war.

A new hierarchy to combat oligarchy
To excorcise the demons and end the malarchy
End the paranoia and the Scanning Darkly, quickly
Make haste we have so much time to catch, just ahead
A non-war torn home and a non war torn bed,
End war and rest your head, raise your hand and voice
Embrace the not language of Joyce's and histories dead.
Gone forever, overruled by a new vision, capable of lifting the veil
I've been following for 10'000 years hot on the veiled trail
Methodically and carefully like steven the slug or Smith the snail
End wars and admit the apocalypse, get over it
Move on.

Stop wars with your shoes by standing your ground
Stay around don't be square, wear flowers in your hair
Wave your hands in the air like you just stopped an F 16 fighter
Yeah, switch off the war at the controls,

In your mind find the blind of ignorance and then open it
In your heart find the part that is art and just peddle it
In your friends find the lens to see yourself look at it
In the dark kind the key to the door and then skip through it
In your life make the meaning in words that refer to it
In love find the dove and the peace and commune with it
In death cherish breath cuz your now here without it
If your sure look again because there's reason to doubt it
If you got a song like this don't be afraid to spout it
In this spacial place i guess the ways to face it

What's it? Why's it? Are you it? if its Bullshit?
Who disperse it, how, are you milking her cash cow?

Outerspace to find a new place to re create it
Outside there's a slide i'll think i'll climb and descend it
Out of time, out of lime, if there's lemon i'll squeeze it
Out on the town with my spiked crown to tease it
Nowt that you write can ever contain it
How do you explain it, maintain it, how do you chain it?

I am it you are it, each and every bit, we fit the same slit
You are it, that pefect fit, my words your eyes, flies on it
Talk seems cheap when hiding behind it
That, them, the thing, the big swindle - a broken spindle, a parasitic nit.

Black white red yella we gotta get together
Be a rainbow arching over any bad weather, what infinite ever?
Sleep on each others wing, as birds of a feather
The infinite within "IT" also haunts never and whatever.

Eat me! Lick me.

Get Hooked pt.3 Fly Acrillic

Somebody's going into business
Competition Commission inquiry
Trade Union busting, Worldwide
Slave wage? Tescopoly Commis-
Sion impossible? How can you
Fully gauge their global IMPACT
Winter blackout electric drought
And climate change, country all
Skint'd by the illegal War. Got
Any lamp oil, Jobs? MONOPOLY

Everywhere. On water on air.
Ghosts of Thatcher's Britain. GET
HOOKED on Kapitalismus. Here
Comes E-Baysbody. Amazon
World trade and google, digital
Highs. Get hooked on electronic
DRUGS! Internet Direct delivery
Service. Who issues it, how? Get
Loan, get hooked on consumism.

Rusting iron-ore sunset Through
Cracked looking glass, sand Led
And a bitter pint. Not rioting just
Wrioting Making "herb" Tunes for
Bob. At peace with Mary Jane.
Gordon Brown in Bollywood, Bush
Disney world, Blair in theological
Tennis tournaments With Cliff R.
Me down the pub pissed, Lottery
Economy X-factory life. Balls all
Up in air, have yours Dropped?

Get hooked On Urban Shamanism
Big Brother maybe watching YOU
His Sister Him the last time I had
Looked. Crime against humanity
Crimes Against nature. Tzar's
"Faith Based" government wishes
Humanity Dumb, hooked on sugar
Meat And Koks-Kapitalismus. Drop
The "IS" of identity and discover
Semantic clarity. Oled Angleterre
Of mud n' blog I love thee so.

I Love BOG Spirit S/he hooks me.
Get hooked on nature, seed, fruit
Flower, waterfall the OUR "Rivière"
The ills, my spores rest on the air
Mycoremediation of decaying nation
Riverruning renewal. A lone duck
Pushes on down rivière. Quacking!
Sovereignty = nature and Wealth

Eglise d'Etat spires now interrupt
Malvern, Clent GREEN space. Distant
Chinese landscapes? A Salamander
Spitting fire on Dudley coat of arms.
Peace comes of communicaxion.
Wikipedia culture wiki-Commons
Google government Not a House of
Corpses. A huge democratic theatre
To Broadcast yourself! Get Hooked.

TRU-TUBE! Total broadband aware-
Ness and blue-tooth democracy
NOW! Total Information Awareness
Of awareness, Get Reality Support
Systems swiftly swiftly. When i think
Of it? The Government stole mums
Water, but can there be a holy War?

Seal the vision: Don't PUSH the river!
What region Borough County district
Territory, Reich, Nation, Union, New
WORLD Order? Quick Uprising for
Easter time up up like
Lazarus, Finnegan and Prometheus
WILSON. Let the wind speak, Aisey
Now, through the clear bardo state.

Culled from my book:

WORLD PISS: THE SPORE OR THE WOIDS

WG is for WAR GAMES: Do you want to play a game?

McKittrick: See that sign up here - up here. "Defcon." That indicates our current defense condition. It should read "Defcon 5," which means peace. It's still on 4 because of that little stunt you pulled. Actually, if we hadn't caught it in time, it might have gone to Defcon 1. You know what that means, David?

David Lightman: No. What does that mean?

McKittrick: World War Three.