THE ANGELS OF LOSS ANGELES
This is how you do it! You strip the scales from your skin, the sunlight shines in, everything returns to its origin, wild from the womb, before the human domestication process, having a body…that’s the problem! and I have one so I stare straight into the sun so sublime it eats my mind fell out of an envelope addressed to who? you? what does blue mean to you when your feeling… blue sky blue sky envelops my mind floating on a river of light entities glistening singing softly…I remember who I am again…I remember those sweet talking sounds of my soul…I remember growing old…I remember being free again…I remember those sun seeing beams made of me…I remember being born…I remember who I am again…I remember those sweet talking sounds of my soul…I remember growing old…I remember being free again…I remember those sun seeing beams made of me…I remember baby… a message from god maybe? a melody for me? my spiritual destiny? The quest in me came to collapsed on the concrete sobbing at the source in secret tears the fraud of my face, this is the part where a brain splits and the sun spits sweet on my cheek like a creek in a dream, and through the crack comes a calling…
Selections from WHY SETTLE FOR ANYTHING LESS THAN TOTAL SPIRITUAL LIBERATION OF ALL THE BEINGS!!!
[...] [A]nd then I saw the present sharp in perspective, it cuts my guts, it leaks in a cup and I drink It was the edge of experience it was the end of the lie my eye that we are not living in a dying city on a dying planet. It makes me sad. It makes me so sad to see it. It makes me mad and me was overcome by madness so me was evicted from the room me was rentin, and estranged from my family and unemployed so moved into the library of my college and slept on friends floors and eventually stayed up for days and days in a daze reading and reading and reading made me a maze and Felix Guattari made me weep with love for madness maybe me Felix and fell asleep in my car and didn’t mind besides was on a mystical mission to save the world save the world so could not be burdened by housing or boss and stayed up for days and days in a daze and got kicked out of the market for a body zigging and zagging in a maze and a head hit with hammer for sciences donkey brains oozing spilling sewage [...] They were coming for me. Any minute now. imprisoned in a hospital. its all love. They don’t understand. Why are you here breathing this air? Its all love. They don’t understand and so a hand on a gun, a gesture in my body. It shakes. California could have been an earthquake, but it isn’t. So madness my muse why must me messianic consciousness doing itself to me setting me free but what for? And The Empire screams why the FUCK are you here breathing this air? Sir I plead, I think they call it existentialism. I exist so I am the enemy? Why are They trying to destroy me? Its my destiny blacked out backseat banging on the cage blurry fragments of dreams struggling to scream I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING And I could have been an aborted fetus but I was born instead, thrown from a womb, another body belonging to this Evil Empire that never ends, and every body has to belong somewhere, so there I was, where most of us are not welcome, shackled to a stretcher, pissing into a catheter, staring at the ceiling, a white wall, that means nothing, but these blinding lights that desecrate my vision. When in walks a white lab coat carrying a clipboard, it says here that it believes it was personally selected by the sun for a magical mission. Check for magical thinking. Check for grandiose delusions. Hello there, we are going to make you into a submissive member of society, how’s that sound? ….feeling shy today….well if it wants to be a part of society it masters its animal with cruelty and it love dogs on a leash and it hallows out a whole in its head and it lives there and it thinks it is there because it thinks it is a space and not a force and so it is and it sits still or it doesn’t and it drinks the doctors potion and it sits still and it orders its house and it calls it spring cleaning because spring is pleasant and it wants order to be pleasant too and it struggles to turn its rhythms into elevator music and it tells itself it loves elevator music and eventually it does and it always cooks itself by following their recipes precisely and it tastes itself and it tastes disgusting and it is so ashamed of its failure but it never ever unwraps zion’s rotting bacon becoming a beam of god unless it wants to be circled by The Empires army six guns and voices demanding to know why it exists, and we wouldn’t want that would we? No, please, I can obey if I try. I promise. I can curl in a crevice and hide in the whole of the horror. Please don’t murder me. Please don’t murder me. Good, obedience is a virtue, it obeys in exchange for a gentle violence that it calls love and then it matures and takes responsibility for forming itself and it trains a tongue and a lung to form a corporations public relations department and it says GOD BLESS AMERICA!!! blessed are the Americans who can become the apocalypse anytime but can’t stop dreaming about domesticity in this city that ate up their brains and imagination a fascist dog barks I AM THE EMPEROR you brain diseased criminal its your nature that’s the enemy is stabbing me with a needle now I fear nature and I feel nothing
Selections from THE EARTH LOVES YOU AND ITS YOUR HOME!!!
Precious planet where I sleep seed of my dreams temple of trees talk to me sweetly blessedly your child welcome me wild as the wind swept away my soul and gave me a new one sunlight on my skin its easy to begin learning to be alive again when you wake up sleeping on the beach weeping at the sunrise you could die one thousand times for a love they don’t understand [...] the universe is spilling when I weep for tujunga canyon where love comes to die where the military made the river dry where a creek could be a crack comes a calling my consciousness washed in exstasy by our madness my muse for the messianic age before the genocide and I love you so much that I don’t want to leave you behind so I’m drinking malt liquor in this candy coated day dream to calcify my soul so four loko green apple of my eyes sobbing at the sky we are all going to die I cry I’m going home I’m going home dew drops on the moon love fell out of the room so numb numb dizzy waking up with the shakes can you save me from becoming an earthquake so them humans don’t murder me was just trying to make anoth er earth [...] all I am is these negations make nations of our earth where the temple of trees still speaks to me sweetly, says I got put in my place for the aesthetic of a sterile city and you got put in your place too in a box on a box with no windows that you pay for and you pay and you pay and you pay for do you not believe? in the beauty of your nature made of magic could be the kindest cosmos…
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