So here we are at the edge of the New Century, taking those first tepid steps into What May Come. The world is aboil with fright, sweat, nuclear dreams, and the harvesting of human lives. Competing Gods jeer at each other, waving flags, holy books, and middle fingers, passing gas. Their respective constituents poke each other with sticks and dicks, and the one with the Big Tanks and bombs runs amok in the Middle East. Never an uglier scene. Crowds of despicable testosterone junkies howling: Dear Good God Goody Two Shoes, cleanse us of the unclean!!
And so the stage is set for what? What comes? Who lurks? What will avail us here in the New Century, the curdling black dawn of the New World Order? Iron-fisted bigots and hypocrites rule the day, snuffing out hippies and dear hearts with dreams of more violence. My mind exploded, infrared, caught in the night fire neither here nor there. Who dreams this bullshit? The Goddess is ugly and vengeful. Terrible indeed!! Kali sits with shrunken tits and a garland of skulls, sulking in a feast of human heads and blood. She gnaws on my heart, beating this refrain: Bullshit!! Bullshit!!
Ah, I am a lucky goddamn ugly duckling evolving. America? Drowned in its own failings, preyed on by corrupt heads of corporations and private nations. Look at those houses!! Holy Jesus in Hell!!! How can a family live like that, a man or woman, knowing the krazy-glued power structure has fallen far beyond disrepair, how to blow through your days with a whistle and a keen eye for good deals? Here, have a token, free parking, get out of jail free. A pat on the back. All is well, all is well.
Okay, that's all fine and good, but what to do? I mean, in the meantime, babies are still being cooked alive so I can drive from here to get groceries. Guilt at some point must become meaningless. And then what, the selling out? The paralytic shock of becoming just another cog consumer, driving blindly from this movie scene to the next? Haha! I love this show! Bought the soundtrack. Ooooh, I saw that band play before they were cool. Fuck all that. What to do??
Here's an idea: let's start a magazine, a press kit, some pirate radio stations. Yes indeedy!! Viva la Revolucion!! We will broadcast these crooked snapshots of our quintessentially American lives and nightmares into the belly of the Beast!! Haha! We have the technology. Easily enough done. The shape of the world is malleable, under our noses, fingers, and open minds and hearts. Yet no more hurt, always acting in the best interest of all and even those we cannot see, do not know, or don't agree with. Solidarity. Life. Who's with us?
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