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== OverArching Anarchy? ==
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== Consent ==
  
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Anarcho-communism is the most permissive of all anarchies, period. Capitalism can exist within it, Primitivism can, Syndacalism can. Let’s tackle them each one at a time.
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Ye that harm none, do what ye will.  That, where harm is defined as the violation of consent (coercion), is the beginning and end of ethics.
  
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If there is one socioeconomic influence more passionately loathed and egregiously misunderstood in today’s world than Capitalism, someone needs to unplug the cord from the back of my neck. Capitalism is a wonderful word. Because it’s so general. What do you mean by it? Globalism? Western values? The use of money? Materialistic philosophy? Or “An economic system based on the private ownership of the means of production and distribution of goods, also promoting a free market regulated by supply and demand”? I don’t know about you, but I say we define Capitalism as the dictionaries and encyclopedias do. Then start to examine why so many people who call themselves Capitalists embrace so many other “isms” under the cloak of their blanket term. “Isms” like Monetarism. Now, when I refer to Monetarism, I am not referring to the mere study of income and expense. Oh no. I’m referring to the practice of using money itself. That is, the practice of bartering with the aid of (almost exclusively) state-regulated notes of promise. This is something UNEQUIVOCALLY SEPARATE of nature in relation to the definition of Capitalism. Yet Monetarism is taken as both a fact and requisite for Capitalist action by so many Capitalists. Because money is just so darn cute. And harmless! And where would we be without it? We’d be back in the dark ages when people “bartered” with one another. This false equivocation of Monetarism and Capitalism is probably the most dangerous and unhelpful thing to ever have arisen, however it happened. Taking the definition of Capitalism as my standpoint, I have no qualms claiming to be an Anarcho-communist that loves and supports true Capitalism. Private ownership is an undeniable right. If I choose to produce whatever it is I want to produce, I should be able to, and I should be able to ALONE, if I’m willing to take that responsibility. So then it comes down the realization that public, as far as freedom froms are concerned, is nothing if not also private. In an Archist society, public is the private property of one or a few (the government). In an Anarchist society, it is the private property of all. Because if it was the private property of any less, it wouldn’t be Anarchy we were living in. In Anarchy, public freedom froms entails private freedom froms. Meaning the right to not cooperate with your fellow producers and produce all by your lonesome self. So then how will opportunities for production naturally be consumed? By Capitalism and Communism working side by side free of Monetarism. Sound impossible? Think again. Behold the tenets of Communism: Communism rejects ''government-sanctioned'' private ownership and private earnings in favor of making all property legally public, and therefore directly and solely managed by the people themselves. With no government, private becomes truly private and public becomes truly public. QED.
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== Are We Fighting For Freedom, Or Loving For Liberty? ==
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Monetary Archo-capitalism of course, we are already living in. What is the state but a large corporation w/ it’s own “private” police force? Unfettered Capitalism is inherently Anarchistic, but when it is also Monetaristic, it pays and fuels the government, making Anarcho-capitalism an oxymoron only in Monetaristic societies, and merely redundant in any other. In an Archist society, the word “private” has no meaning to the governed, for YOU are the private property of the government, your soul bought and paid for by the promises made before your birth.
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Primitivism.
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Freedom is a detriment to all liberty. For too many years, man has enjoyed the freedom to wipe himself off the face of the Earth with the pressing of a few red buttons. For too many years, he has enjoyed the freedom to vote, the freedom to murder, the freedom to rob and deceive. It is this freedom that enjoys an oral fellatio in the rhetoric of the common anarchist.
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This assertion is a bit offensive to the finer senses. After all, aren’t liberty and freedom simply two different words for the same “good” destiny, looming paramount on the horizons of every revolutionary psychoscape? Even if they were, it would fit comprehension for the ardent hair-splitting truth-seeker to carve a new connotation into the raw marble of familiar and reoccurring nomenclature; if such a motion were to, but for the extent of a single article, enlighten or entertain the inquiring mind. In that dedication I must express my distaste for all freedom, and all the crimes it has ever helped commit against liberty. I also purge myself of all these denunciations of slavery. Anyone speaking words unkind toward the concept slavery is a hypocrite. Slavery is a requirement for all life. In order to live, you are slave to the time it takes to eat food, you are slave to favorable weather, favorable ideas, favorable sexual partners, and favorable temperature. In this way even the cynics and cavemen are contradictory, claiming to be “free” – the adjective itself, generalized and unmodified. To be wholly free is to be dead. That is the esoteric essence of the cry “give me freedom, or give me death!”, the yearning of a spoiled child for an idealized womb to return to, either maternal or sepulcher.
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I do not have a problem with Primitivism. If you wish to don a loincloth and go foraging for grapes and small mammalia to consume, you go right ahead, but you kindly leave me the fuck out of it. Anarcho-primitivism, it must be understood, is more and therefore less than the simultaneous occurrences of both Anarchism and Primitivism in a person’s political imagination. It is the assertion that, by practicality, the existence of any other person’s need for technology is a violation or infringement of YOUR rights. The stretch in logic required for this line of thinking is massive and borders on delusion. It must be understood that I am not hostile to those who are both Anarchists and Primitivists, rather to those who are Anarcho-primitivists. In fact, I encourage Primitivism in the light of today’s economic, political, and social crises. Quite frankly, I think it would do everyone a damn lot of good, and I am willing to fight and die (well, write and lie) for your right to be as much of a hunter/gatherer as you want to be. But I will demand in return that you be willing to defend my right to be as technologically empowered as I wish, provided I am not destroying the environment of the Earth itself, which is a related but entirely separate concern.
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Freedom is a degreed, quantitative measurement. In the 1000’s, my previous incarnate, if there was one, possessed the freedom to stab a duel-deemed opponent through the heart, but not the freedom to pull a magnum and riddle his soon-to-be corpse with lead. Once the portable firearm was invented, this changed. Freedom became something more valuable, more powerful, more colorful in all of it’s facets. This happened because mankind discovered a new way to harness nature that they hadn’t previously perceived.
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Liberty, however, retained it’s infinitive perfect value, unaltered by this happenstance utilization. Liberty, the generalized unmodified adjective itself, scorned at this new method of achieving madness that the men had commandeered. A murderer employing the power of a gun thereby makes liberty his murderee for the sake of some arbitrary personal freedom. In slaying a fellow human being, without their consent, the killer has dictated to another what freedoms they will enjoy, how, and when. Given that this scenario may only have been possible in a world of sufficient freedom, it is not too alienating to say that freedom is in fact equivalent to the largest threat to liberty: power. Power to take, power to kill, power to lie, power of every shape and size is just another freedom given a different name. The freedom to keep and bear arms? It is nothing beyond the power the reception of that freedom possesses. Without that power, their arms would be taken from them by some other, greater power, or its imaginary mandate. The mandate might say something like, “it’s too dangerous for a person to possess a gun, therefore no guns are needed”. This mandate, in presuming what constitutes dangerous and why this constituency is undesirable, defies liberty - but by farce rather than force.
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Liberty. As Bakunin put it, “the liberty of man consists solely in this: that he obeys natural laws because he has himself recognized them as such, & not because they have been externally imposed upon him by any extrinsic will whatever, divine or human, collective or individual.”
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From a personal perspective therefore, liberty may be inversely defined as the relegation of any and all power to two places: pure autonomy, and unanimous consent. So it may well be wrong of us to “fight for freedom”, or at least misleading. There are many freedoms that any anarchist must abandon to fully embrace a subservience to liberty. All freedoms to coerce, specifically.
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Now here’s where things get a little slippery. Syndacalism says that, internally, all members of the producing class should share the benefits of their labor equally. Now, it must be realized that the ultimate “benefit” of any organized labor is... the product of that labor. However, there exists a state of affairs in which this is not the only benefit. Monetarism. Unless you were to count the artists struggling to print up enough to meet the Federal Reserve’s whimsical demand, it could be said that the producing class was inherently Syndicalist in any egalitarian society. But we aren’t living in an egalitarian society absent of a Federal Reserve. We’re living in a world where promises are sealed upon our lips the day we are born, the promise to refrain from providing a fellow citizen with any product should he or she lack a particular quantity of glorified hall passes cheif among them. There is only one term for it: Negative Blackmail. All humen require food and some semblance of shelter to live. The deal is simple – agree to Monetarism or starve. Period. Monetarism is the exploitation of natural selection, survival of the greediest and most cowardly. Syndacalism, to get back on point, employs interesting logic in that it distinguishes between external and internal benefiters of it’s production. Intuitively, this conjures the idea that there are two classes of people: producers and consumers. This is an unproductive but not necessarily counterproductive division. Because it must be understood that all people produce and all people consume. To hypothesize the existence of a parasitic social mooch in a society absent of Monetarism and it’s welfare checks is a completely unfounded assertion. In a world where everyone produces anything they want and everyone consumes anything they need, Sydacalism survives intact but redundant.
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It does not flatter us to make vague denunciations of either mastery or slavery in the abstract, the two are eternally occurring and inseparable. It is more to the point what we control and are controlled by.
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== The Collusion of Domain and Property, and the Critique of Pruvlic Allocation ==
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What is public? Were the “whites only” and “blacks only” water fountains of the racist USA, respectively, public property? They certainly weren’t private property. Yet, a black person couldn’t drink from a public water fountain. And a white person either, for that matter, if there ever were any whites in want of drink from the “blacks only” fountains. So we must then ask, what is private? We must eschew the Hegelian duality of these terms in order to properly understand them. Most people will agree that private property is that which is owned by one person. Most people will also agree that public property is that which is owned by all people. So what were the color-specific fountains of old, in reality? They were Pruvlic property. The property of a few. The property of the function f = (2, n - 1), where n is the number of people eligible to possess property in existence. There has been, until this time, no recognition of this state of ownership, with a continual argument taking place from the peaks of the ivory tower to the slums of the cardboard ghetto, with one side arguing that all that is not private must be public, and the other, vice versa. Whole ideologies and economic systems have been established and destroyed in terms of these two “p” words. Just look at the definitions of Capitalism and Communism. One espouses the immortal divinity of the private, the other, the public. Then examine their realities. Both of their primary incarnations possessed a government. Both of them possessed massive violations of human rights in some form or another. It was Stalin’s regime, after all, that initiated the Great Purge, in aim of silencing dissent by robbing people of the ownership of their bodies, health, and life. And the homeless and starving of the United States remains an uncalculated number, not to mention their government’s conquests outside their territory, which arguably rival their inner crimes. But wait! What was that we just tripped over? A clue to this unnavigable puzzle, perhaps? The United States territory. Ah. The United States owns something. What does it own? Perhaps it owns it’s citizenry? Well in that case, how can it’s citizenry own anything? Are there differing degrees of own? Whose ownership is final, the government’s, or it’s citizen’s? Well, according to US law, any citizen’s property may be confiscated by the government, aside proper monetary reimbursement, at any time for any “public” project. Well that answers that question. What say you? The United States owns merely the property of it’s citizens, but not the citizens themselves? Okay. So if I were to abandon my property and travel to Mexico, there would be no one to stop me? What are border guards there for, then? That doesn’t make a lot of sense. Maybe it would be easier to say that the US owns the space in which all the collective property of it’s citizenry is owned. So then if all the US citizenry were to move to Mexico with me, what would the US own? How many different types of owning are there? Personal, material, spacial, spiritual? And how is it that under the Patriot Act, I can be detained and even tortured without due process of law? How can I be detained and tortured with due process of law? If that’s not the absence of private ownership of yourself, slavery, I don’t know what is. But now we know the truth. The designation of a state excludes public. The USSR was living a contradiction, and the USA still is, a lie.
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You see how much easier the distinction of Pruvlic makes things?
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It’s quite simple. You are the material property of any government you are living under. If it is a government of one person, like a monarchy or dictatorship, then you are privately owned. If it is a gerontocracy or plutocracy, you are pruvlicly owned. Owned by some. To be owned by all, is a state that requires as a prerequisite the fact that you own yourself, rendering null and void the concept of ownership, government, itself, as ownership is in any personal respect, a binary measurement. You either do, or you don’t. Same with property. So to regard the whole of Japanese land as the “public property” of the Japanese citizenry is blatantly false, on multiple levels. Not only do I not own it, but even they don’t own it. It is the pruvlic property of the Japanese government, or just Japan, for short. Those that have yet to equivocate private property and government could argue that point, (communists, lovers of the government, and anarcho-capitalists, lovers of private property) but straight down the ticket anarchists know better. If the entire island of Japan was forklifted into the air, dropped over the Asian continent and found itself smack dab on top of Beijing, would the island now belong to China? Or would it still belong to Japan? Wouldn’t a theft of this magnitude depracticate retribution and restoration? This is the example by which I shall advent the differenciation of material ownership, and spacial ownership. Material ownership, or property, is the claim to the rights to alter and unalter a certain substance. Spacial ownership, or domain, is the claim to the rights to dictate what material comprises a certain space. The difference is subtle, but as illustrated with the following example, important. Imagine a person in the comfort and privacy of their own home. They are sitting in their favorite lazy chair reading a book, smoking a pipe, in dim but suitable lighting. Suddenly, a stranger bursts through the door, walks into the homeowner’s kitchen, and begins to fix himself a sandwich. Now, the capitalist would claim that the main problem with the above scenario was the fact that the stranger has taken the man’s sandwich, which he presumably materialistically owns. The communist might retort that the only reason the stranger would ever dare enter another’s home was that the stranger must have been starving/abused/enslaved, and call for the abolition of the private ownership of sandwiches. What they both fail miserably to realize, is that amongst all this generalizing and posited justification, there is literally no economic difference between these two scenarios that is worth arguing about. In either case, you have the same net worth of sandwich to distribute, and regardless of how it is distributed, somebody is going hungry to whatever extent they don’t end up consuming said sandwich.
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The real problem with the scenario is not that the stranger is doing anything in particular, rather that he or she was there in the first place, whether they needed to be there or not. What we have, really, is a person reading a book peacefully under the presumption that they can do so alone and in peace, (exerting spacial ownership) and having this presumption violated by a person with no respect for privacy, or the concept of private domain. It would have been just as bad had the stranger walked in and attempted to read over the homeowner’s shoulder. Yet the difference (or similarity) between these cases has no recognized legitimacy by so many of all the political pulpits. Pruvlic property is kept invisible by the silent collusion of property and domain, and only a few other sleights of mind. In Anarchy, however, these differences are faced and tackled head on, because Anarchy is the best (only) organizational system there is, willing to not just identify but SOLVE these non-ad-hominem problems and others like it. Abolish pruvlic property, be controlled by neither some nor one. An Anarchist pwns the State that owns.
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Blastocysts adorning a Uteran wall,
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Blastocysts adorning a uteran wall,
  
 
Nutrient circulation, nary a single cell curbed-
 
Nutrient circulation, nary a single cell curbed-
  
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Liberty! Autonomy! Enviable perfection of indomitable self-rule!
  
 
What traits thusly shared with an American fool?
 
What traits thusly shared with an American fool?
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Buy this, and get five free!
 
Buy this, and get five free!
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Arise, subordination – conjure caring coordination!
 
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Self-summon, revolt – urge the social phoenix's molt!
  
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Emerge, freethought – inquire of what has taught!
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Emerge, freethought – inquire of what has been taught!
  
 
Cast away these chains as the Cynic abandons his cup:
 
Cast away these chains as the Cynic abandons his cup:
  
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To non-representatives, indies far and near,  
  
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the whole of a nation embroiled with fear -  
 
the whole of a nation embroiled with fear -  
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Serfs up!
  
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War is fought - and for what reason?
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Control of land, or for treason?
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Blood is spilled, upon the place,
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Battles rage and people die.
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I don't think they'll ever stop.  Do you?
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== Torrid Tavern ==
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Sordid cavern of the torrid tavern,
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Some hops and a scotch alleviate sobriety’s watch
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Responsibility?  More than so.
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A response quite slurred is all but assured,
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Would you ask this drunkard so low,
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“to what goals are your gains allured?”
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Who among us dares turn down the dial?
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== Note To The Reader ==
 
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But beware that you don't then lie.  Hello, my name is B. M. Burner, goodbye.

Latest revision as of 09:06, 6 August 2012

Consent

Ye that harm none, do what ye will. That, where harm is defined as the violation of consent (coercion), is the beginning and end of ethics.


Are We Fighting For Freedom, Or Loving For Liberty?

Freedom is a detriment to all liberty. For too many years, man has enjoyed the freedom to wipe himself off the face of the Earth with the pressing of a few red buttons. For too many years, he has enjoyed the freedom to vote, the freedom to murder, the freedom to rob and deceive. It is this freedom that enjoys an oral fellatio in the rhetoric of the common anarchist. This assertion is a bit offensive to the finer senses. After all, aren’t liberty and freedom simply two different words for the same “good” destiny, looming paramount on the horizons of every revolutionary psychoscape? Even if they were, it would fit comprehension for the ardent hair-splitting truth-seeker to carve a new connotation into the raw marble of familiar and reoccurring nomenclature; if such a motion were to, but for the extent of a single article, enlighten or entertain the inquiring mind. In that dedication I must express my distaste for all freedom, and all the crimes it has ever helped commit against liberty. I also purge myself of all these denunciations of slavery. Anyone speaking words unkind toward the concept slavery is a hypocrite. Slavery is a requirement for all life. In order to live, you are slave to the time it takes to eat food, you are slave to favorable weather, favorable ideas, favorable sexual partners, and favorable temperature. In this way even the cynics and cavemen are contradictory, claiming to be “free” – the adjective itself, generalized and unmodified. To be wholly free is to be dead. That is the esoteric essence of the cry “give me freedom, or give me death!”, the yearning of a spoiled child for an idealized womb to return to, either maternal or sepulcher. Freedom is a degreed, quantitative measurement. In the 1000’s, my previous incarnate, if there was one, possessed the freedom to stab a duel-deemed opponent through the heart, but not the freedom to pull a magnum and riddle his soon-to-be corpse with lead. Once the portable firearm was invented, this changed. Freedom became something more valuable, more powerful, more colorful in all of it’s facets. This happened because mankind discovered a new way to harness nature that they hadn’t previously perceived. Liberty, however, retained it’s infinitive perfect value, unaltered by this happenstance utilization. Liberty, the generalized unmodified adjective itself, scorned at this new method of achieving madness that the men had commandeered. A murderer employing the power of a gun thereby makes liberty his murderee for the sake of some arbitrary personal freedom. In slaying a fellow human being, without their consent, the killer has dictated to another what freedoms they will enjoy, how, and when. Given that this scenario may only have been possible in a world of sufficient freedom, it is not too alienating to say that freedom is in fact equivalent to the largest threat to liberty: power. Power to take, power to kill, power to lie, power of every shape and size is just another freedom given a different name. The freedom to keep and bear arms? It is nothing beyond the power the reception of that freedom possesses. Without that power, their arms would be taken from them by some other, greater power, or its imaginary mandate. The mandate might say something like, “it’s too dangerous for a person to possess a gun, therefore no guns are needed”. This mandate, in presuming what constitutes dangerous and why this constituency is undesirable, defies liberty - but by farce rather than force. Liberty. As Bakunin put it, “the liberty of man consists solely in this: that he obeys natural laws because he has himself recognized them as such, & not because they have been externally imposed upon him by any extrinsic will whatever, divine or human, collective or individual.” From a personal perspective therefore, liberty may be inversely defined as the relegation of any and all power to two places: pure autonomy, and unanimous consent. So it may well be wrong of us to “fight for freedom”, or at least misleading. There are many freedoms that any anarchist must abandon to fully embrace a subservience to liberty. All freedoms to coerce, specifically. It does not flatter us to make vague denunciations of either mastery or slavery in the abstract, the two are eternally occurring and inseparable. It is more to the point what we control and are controlled by. The true anarchist, (sayeth the Scotsman), is a slave to liberty, and conversely, master of their freedoms.


Golden Numbers

Bubble in your eccentricities,

On the dotted line,

This strip owes you an IOU

For a chiseled piece of shine.

Those sacred golden numbers

Chaining the Ego to it's master the Id.

Necessity is exemplified succinctly

In what we know as the kid.

Yet as we the things purchase,

with every person possessed,

It suffices to suffer humanity to society obsessed.

This gift is our curse,

Cherished like the grandkids in your purse.

But in order to see it you'll first need to buy it.

And in order to buy it, you'll first need to pay.

Okay?


The Con Text

Fame, a fatal familiarity, bloody, massacred,

A reputation ravaged from the grave.

Their message in reaction, take it, forsake it,

Put the class into a class with a martyred octave.

A mockery! Contempt, with a jealous ferocity!

Ideas adhered to minds with a lucrative viscosity!

Kill us; kill us already, the dead men scream

To the world busy scribing letters to their law -

It's the most ironic sight you would never wish you saw.

And still the educators ream.

They're quite a precocious predatory team, it would seem.


The Mathew, Luke and John of the Beast

Convulsions.

Rolling, roiling, rupturing, rapturing eruptions of scintillating tachyon ethos.

Lingering schisms of cataclysmic collisions herald the formations of

broke baroque marbles, warbling as notes in a pitch black requiem to eternity.

Embody repose as you pause for the first cause,

but forgo muse upon the whenabouts of the last,

such consideration is the theorization of some unborn fantast.

Just know, and feel; drink, and reel –

indulge the masochistic sorrow of a thanksgiving meal.

For rapidly approaches the great judgment of God;

the pit, the hellfire, the locust, the rod!

Ration your rationalization betwixt the crux of every transsolipsistic faith;

you’ll fulfill the prophecy of your own worst nightmare, and embrace the wraith,

when the pulse at life’s end slips from your weary grasp – your voice a coarse rasp.

One complete life of fury and sound,

teething squeals and ebullitions profound,

checks out!

DNA so tightly wound, consumed, by a ritual ground.

But not to worry, there’s no need to fear.

You’ll be nowhere near. Let us praise your sacramental semetic seer!

We are but fig leaves on his burning bush,

and as each angel in every heaven screamed,

“Push! Push! Push!”,

we were stripped from divine rind as a figment in his Father’s mind.

Quakes upon Titan,

lakes upon Mars,

all varieties of shakes and bakes in all the stars,

grazing the graces of Apophis’ scars;

such is the unmattering matter warping the great race of space,

yet it is we that must make haste.

Lest we forget, in death we won’t be present to regret our acclimation

to our evolving Stag Nation.

And to think – we mock the value of our basic elation!

Is this necessary? What is the point?

Why the blue-white rock, as it careens about a solar joint?

Which eligible holy brow does every tide anoint –

whipping their cranium

to the melodious malady of metal uranium?

It’s quite unfortunate, you must digress –

that there weren’t any less to which your coveted rosary must confess.

What a mess.


FREE!dumb

Oceanic mists assaulting monochromatic cliffs,

floating, gloating, deterministically undisturbed.

Blastocysts adorning a uteran wall,

Nutrient circulation, nary a single cell curbed-

Liberty! Autonomy! Enviable perfection of indomitable self-rule!

What traits thusly shared with an American fool?

The resident president, fax assessor extraordinaire,

Tax exempt, in a justice so fair!

Preside such majesty, but don’t call that a King!

Throw your lexicon into the propagandist’s ring.

Representative, executive, commander-in-chief:

Such are the praises the patriots sing!

With a congress assembled of four thirty-five,

What connotation of freedom three-hundred million could derive,

I would not venture to describe.

Incarcerated, the stigmatized sum a whopping one percent -

The moralled and mannered, cultured and catered, reply “repent, repent!”

Buy this, and get five free!

Clear your acne, just scrub and see!

Now hiring: the enthusiastically employed.

All to fund your cousin’s crusade to Iraq deployed.

Tap our water, tap the trees, tap the mail we earn in fees –

behold this populace that walks on it’s knees!

Arise, subordination – conjure caring coordination!

Self-summon, revolt – urge the social phoenix's molt!

Emerge, freethought – inquire of what has been taught!

Cast away these chains as the Cynic abandons his cup:

To non-representatives, indies far and near,

the servant indentured to yes-men and year,

the whole of a nation embroiled with fear -

Serfs up!

War

War is waged, upon the lands

Where justice holds, and glory stands?

War is fought - and for what reason?

Control of land, or for treason?

Blood is spilled, upon the place,

Where nature once stood, once full of grace.

Plains are burned, upon the soil

Where bodies lie, and corpses spoil.

Trumpets sound, and soldiers cry,

Battles rage and people die.

They've kept on fighting, through and though,

I don't think they'll ever stop. Do you?

Torrid Tavern

Sordid cavern of the torrid tavern,

A rank but redeeming place

Some hops and a scotch alleviate sobriety’s watch

yet neglect a sprawling shoelace.

Responsibility? More than so.

A response quite slurred is all but assured,

Would you ask this drunkard so low,

“to what goals are your gains allured?”

‘My marriage,’ he’ll respond,

‘Source of an endless prattle’,

And to the door he’ll abscond,

Like a cooped-up cricket of compressed skidattle.

But if you were to keep him,

and continue to press,

he’d provide proper prognosis

of his pangs for redress.

‘I’m employed by quite a scrupulous Lloyd,

and furnished survival by being annoyed.

I’m undertaker for the portraits of presidents,

Printed papyrus, palmed and pasty,

A prized possession, not very tasty –

But I can more than make do!

How dare you suggest of my labor invest!’

Torrid Tavern! Pitiful purgatory of every proletaire soul!

But to propose a progressive route is to insult the slave’s role.

Now it’s not just the barrels, bongs, or bars

Waging war on wage’s woes

The century dawned, and indenturies spawned,

Tethered by technology’s troughs.

Blinking box of a billion-ounce bottle!

Entertain us! Detain us!

For all is well and good,

Enlighten us! Frighten us!

To the coals of hell, if you could?

A mile to here and a mile to there,

But a wave warps distance, and pierces the air –

Such is the state, such is our fate,

in this pane-glass hour so ostensibly late.

Who among us dares turn down the dial?

What manhood cares to walk that extra mile?

FAILURE! That’s the grade that those are deemed.

And in all fairness, that must be what is seemed.

Rolling the dice, dolling the vice –

Nonparticipants are losers to those playing the game.

Forward race, rats! To the same tame fame.

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But beware that you don't then lie. Hello, my name is B. M. Burner, goodbye.

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