entry: #027:: A Planet For Mr President...

damn...
I love these barmy Summer night's...
Kyoto's kicking ass...
US Congress passes...
'Intelligence Overhaul Bill...'
And officially...
The Cold War's over...

Kapow...
Crumbled...
Way before the first plane hit The Tower...
If-the-truth-be-known...

Splitting-the-atom...
Hitting the paydirt of Hiroshima...
Feeding paranoia...
Of Communists-plotting-behind-closed-curtains...
Kept nations enslaved....

Not any more though...
It's Fundamentalist-Fantasy-Island, out there...
Salvation always brings the worst out in folk...

Wild electrical storms lash our Eastern Seaboard...
From sultry to sub-thermal...
In the second it takes...
For the digitally-remastered-Adolph...
To mastermind...
Another...
Bloody...
Final Solution...

Supremacy...
That's human nature for you...
Natural Selection...
A bitch...

Conspiracy theorists...
Nod their heads in silent acceptance...

Hand us the shackles...
To our own...
Masochism...
Death-Row-stroll...
Super-lottery-highway-fucking-life...

Dear Mr President...
May I call you George?


Associated Press


Just look at you here...
Swathed in the shadows...
Of an uncertain-future...
Shaping Planet Partisan...
Whispering in your colleagues ears...

WHAT IS YOUR VISION...
FOR THE POST-9/11 WORLD...
PRAY TELL?

Patriot or die...
Is that the plan?
Civil-liberty-crackdown...
Rape-of-civilian-rites...

"No legislation alone can forestall a terrorist attack."
Senator Robert Byrd, D-WA Va...
In opposition to new Intelligence Bill...

Summer-turns-to-winter...
ECOLOGY SWAYS ON A MAN-MADE TIGHTROPE...
Sea-levels-gradually-rise...
damn...
Peace accords swept away by winds of pessimism...

Evolution...
More visceral...
More real...
Than you can ever imagine...

15 Military...
And Civilian...
Spy Agencies...
Linked-by-one-vision...
Ruled by-one-director...

Planet Partisan...
Is starting to shift into focus...
Neo-Con Nirvana...
I can hardly wait...
Sends shivers down my spine...
Sweet Jesus...

GOD BLESS AMERICA...



# transmission ends #

entry: #025:: Ground Control to Major Tom::

C. Associated Press. http://www.buffalo news.com/editorial

" There is almost no human activity that is as intensely social as modern warfare >> When a military unit loses it internal cohesion and starts to fight as individuals there is such a radical and unfavorable change in the casualty ratio that it is almost always decisive >> Every general staff in the world since 1914 has known that the bravery of individual soldiers in modern war is about as essential as whether they are handsome..."

LEO CAWLEY

entry: #024:: A bullet to the Head::

c.AP Photo/Al Jazeera via APTN


Weeks before her death...
CARE director, Margaret Hassan...
Seemed inconsolable...
Traumatized...
By her new, starring role....
In the amateur snuff-style-Al-Jazeera-docu-drama...
In which...
She was its leading lady...

>> EXECUTED BY A BULLET THROUGH THE HEAD >>

What a fucking punchline!

Dressed in simple 'Guantanamo-Orange' boiler suit...
And blindfolded...
She begged for mercy...
Pleaded...
With every inch of her being...

Moments later...
Her life expired...
Shockingly...
Horribly...
By the hand of something...

Inhuman >>
Barbaric >>
Savage >>

An assassin with a heart of stone...
And a loaded-chamber...
Hungry for retribution...
>> for fame >>

As Gun-For-Hire-Cowboy...
And Highlight of Al Jazeera's Monday night news ...

damn...
That video-camera NEVER stops rolling...

I didn't know this woman...
But in her darkest moment...
I feel I did...
WE ALL DID...

This was a woman...
Who brought softness to the sharp-edges of suffering...
Through Humanitarian aid...
To 17 million displaced-Iraqi's...
Men >> Women >> Children...
Themselves victims of dictatorship...
Bound and gagged by a medieval ideology...
A Darwin-ian-glitch-in-the-program...
Refugees in their own land...

Allah...
See what Fundamentalism...
Does in your name...

And who...
Would...
Ultimately...
Become another statistic in A Tale of Two Cultures:
Each driven by a pathological hatred of each other...
And wedded by...
Politics...
$$$...
Power...

I'm so sorry that you had to die...
>> Margaret Hassan >>
Because you actually seemed to give a damn...
You made it your life's work...
In fact...
And because...
Those images of your private desperation will haunt us all forever...

Your death...
Is a crime against humanity...
Perpetrated by a coward...
By a psychopath unable to look you in the eye...
ONE...
LAST...
TIME...
BEFORE...
HE...
PULLED...
THE...
TRIGGER...

There are news reports of a mutilated body...
That of a Western woman...
Limbless >>
Gutted down the middle >>
Discovered in a Baghdad street...
Like some common piece of fucking garbage...
YET TO BE IDENTIFIED...

They're speculating, right now...
That it IS you...
And I pray...
That it's a case of mistaken-identity...

But if it was you...
I pray that you were oblivious to the final, savage act of desecration...
Wrought upon you...
In the name of fucking religion...
And B-grade-filmmaking...

I also pray that these Fundamentalist Showpony Assassins...
Burn in a thousand-eternal-hells...

I despair sometimes...
Looking through this video-lens...
This damn, reality-TV-marathon...
That knows only war, hate, bloodlust...
Murder...

And...

At ordinary people that we come to know...
>> Briefly >>
Sometimes...
Through the extraordinary experiences they endure...

Mmm...
Justice...
As disposable as last night's take-away...
And as empty as the promises of a thousand leaders who choose to turn a blind-eye...

damn...
How much fucking worse is it going to get?
As the horrors-of-the-digital-age-steal-what-remains-of-our-optimism...
From jihad-murderers with little compassion...
And child-soldiers with rocket-launchers for Kinder-play...
To brutal acts of violence...
Devoid of logic, empathy and reason...

>> RIP: MARGARET HASSAN >>


# transmission ends #

entry: #023:: Postscript :: The Falling Man

I'm staring at that picture...
AGAIN...
Goddammit......
At...
Well...
The Falling Man...
The poster-boy for 9/11...

The collective sigh of a globe in shock...

Plummeting...
Squeezing the damn air...
Right out of my lungs...

Just like that day, really...

Fuck >>

The colors have never seemed so vivid..
Since...
Well...
The fragile nature of a race...
Marked for death...
By an enemy insidious...
And brutal-of-heart...

It's the bodies I remember...
Mainly...
So many of them...
Raining from the sky...
Bled into that one historical moment...
Into that graceful but terrifying dive...
By a lone marionette pirouetting through a crumbling-world...

Damn, sentimentality...
It creeps up on you...
Even gets the better of you...
Sometimes...

The collective sigh of a globe in distress...

Fallujah under attack...
Infa-red labyrinth...
Marine-Cam-Insurgent-Ocide...
Playstation games....
Us >> the complicit witness'....


http://www.colorado.indymedia.org

60-Day-State-of-Emergency...
10,000 > 15,000 US and Iraqi troops...
Storm the stronghold...
Tanks pounding with death metal...
The roar of violence...
deafening...

ANNOUNCEMENT: PASSENGERS ON THE 5.35 TO PLYMOUTH LINE....
TRAIN DUE TO DEPART FROM PLATFORM 3...

A derailment later...
Bodies dragged through windows...
Through the jigsaw of debris...
Through a "Suicide-bid"....
Or something more sinister...
7 dead >> 150 injured...
Through the senselessness of a random-act...

The collective sigh of a People in distress...

For...
Yasir Arafat...
Bridge-builder...
Or destroyer...
Depending on your persuasion...
In a state-of-comatose...
Politico-genics...

"Arafat's sheer genius at surviving has carried him as far as he can go, and even though the end of the line must be obvious to him, he has no intention of letting go. The illusion that he is Palestine and Palestine him stubbornly persists; so long as he is alive he will go on believing that, no matter what happens. The further difficulty is that all of his theoretical successors are lesser men and are likely to make matters worse..."
Edward W.Said >> From Oslo to Iraq and the Roadmap.

Mrs Arafat...
Her husbands' guardian...
Protector of his assets...
EMOTIONAL >> SPIRITUAL >> FINANCIAL...
Purse-string-widow...
Whistleblower...
Executor at his Parisian bedside...

"You have to realize the size of the conspiracy...
I tell you, they are trying to bury Abu Ammar alive..."

"ACCESS DENIED," she roars...
To her husband's lieutenants...
Heir apparent...
Abbas...
In particular...
Yesterday Hamas...
Today Arafat...

AND STILL...
The Falling Man...
Reconciled with his Fate....
With ours...

The Palestinian crusade...
Gaza-strip-ghettos...
Caked in rivers of blood...
Small sacrifice...
For a patch of turf...

All..
A continuing memorial...
To WHATEVER lies ahead...

# transmission ends #

entry: #022:: the Day after Tomorrow::

c.www.sachas.world.com

Tonight I dream...

of Freedom and Democracy...
of Flag and Flame...
>> of a million strangers casting their die >>

Of baby-boomers...
Wall-Street-predators...
Welfare freaks...
Submissive housewives...
College kids botoxed-on-daddy's-dreams...
Felons-on-a-bum-rap...
Crack-addicts...
Prozac-Sorority-Row-Sisters...

Of a Hollow Man Holding Our Future In His Hands...

Time to place your bets...
Hot-odds on >> dear-Mr-President...
With his hellfire-and-brimstone...
And sly-old-damn-grin...

'The-end-always-justifies-the-means...'
Like hell it does...
'Tis-better-to-strike-than-be-struck...'
Logistics of a pre-emptive mind...
Logistics of the New Patriotism...
OF-THE-BEGINNING-OF-THE-END...

Orwell >> damn you >>
You were SO right...

Consequence of fucking actions...
We know it intimately...

Tonight I dream...
Of a world without corridors...
Of bible-belt-hysteria...
Of the chants of a million deluded disciples...
Of destructive agendas...
Of a New AmeriKa...
Of our future in the wrong hands...

and...

Of a man who could change it all...

Tonight I dream...
That tyranny slips back into the darkest corner...
and licks its wounds...
quietly...
never to be heard of again...

Melting...
Dissolving...

Into the trauma of yesteryear...
into its wolf-in-sheeps-clothing...

And then...
I open my eyes...


# transmission ends #


































Democracy...

entry: #021:: Bondage of Tyranny::

bondage of tyranny...

Obsidian hearts...
Made of fucking stone...
Simmering with deception...
Scalding with-religious-freak-rage...

Human extremity at every turn...
Armageddon behind every closed curtain...

China's 840,000-estimated HIV cases...
Bound by infected blood....
By the cheapness and ruthlessness of life...
A Nine-card Province-hat-trick...
Circa 1991 > 1996...
Pharmaceutical Predators Incorporated...
Blood-harvesting bitches...

As if one-child-per-family wasn't enough...

Calcutta...
Organ smorgasbord...
China...

Hmmm...
Honey...
How's about a long, cool hit of plasma...
C'mon...
Mine those rich, velvet veins, Comrade...
Remember...
Sacrifice is for the good of the people...
Your country needs YOU...

Food in the bellies of your children...
The rarest of commodity...

Cruelty...
Servitude...
Eternal, draconian shadows...
Wiping out an entire-next-generation-of-worker ants...

Bondage of Tyranny....

Hostages shackled...
Caged...
death row...
UNCUT...

Mutilate the ideal...
>> Pass sentence... >>
HOSTAGE # 103...
Your are hereby sentenced to death....
Abu Musab Al-Zarqawi shouts the final command...
Moments later...
The knife-edge of a 14th century doctrine...
Terminates another Propaganda Puppet...
and human being...

Look deep into his eyes...
This Zarqawi...
Amateur-snuff-filmmaker...
Mastermind...
Callous bastard....
B-grade-barter-suicide-bomber-pimp...
US$25 million-bounty-on-his-head...

Sweetie...
Proceeds from your posthumous video...
>> Sheik Abu Musab Zarqawi Slaughters an American Infidel >>
Complete-with-real-time-beheading...
and rollicking eye-gouging encore..
Ain't gonna line the web-cam-coffers...
damn you to hell...
Novice-Baghdad butcher...

So...
Now...
It's becoming a blur...
This fucking-therapy-culture...
fucking carnival...
freak-show...
bondage of tyranny...

It's all we know...
All we'll ever understand...
This flagrancy of opportunism...
>> Regimes >>
The S&M of political-kinky-kulture...

Lunacy glossed by Texan patriarchy...
By Salafi fundamentalists...
By monstrous-Gazan-walls...
By belief systems so huge...
So secular...

damn...
Manifested in the ordinary...
And the not so...

Life is...
Poetry...
Cracked...
damaged...
beautiful...
human...

## transmission ends ##

Entry: #020 :: Side-show Semantics::

Crazy-ass times...
This counterfeit bootleg of a fucking life...
No guarantees...



>> Deep wounds >>
The Mainframe's corroding...
The Countdown-begins...

Knife-edge debates...
Merely theatrics...
dear Mr President...

I believe your time is almost up, honey...

Approval Rating slips...
Tut...
Tut...
Tut...

You've brought us to the brink...
Now take that side-show grin...
And booty-bag-of-deception...
Back home to mamma's sweet embrace...

Shute...
Damn...
Did I really say that?


"We live in dangerous times. Our armies are powerful, and we spend billions of dollars a year on new prisons, yet our lives are still ruled by fear. We are like pygmies lost in a maze. We are not at War, we are having a nervous breakdown." Hunter S. Thompson. Kingdom of Fear.

The FDA approves Verichip implantation...
Psst...
C'mon...
Slip it under the skin...
Mmm...
That feels good...
That cool, cold metal of assimilation...
Scanner-whore...
Specimen...
Terminal bitch...

Oh-by-the-way..
Encryption algorithims ensure hackers no safe passage...
Rest assured...
We have your best interests at heart...

"Dangerous..."
Don't make me laugh...

Retinal Scans...
Kinky optics for Big-Brother-Borderguards...
Racial profiling...
Suitcase terrorism...
We do hope you enjoy your journey...

I feel the warmth on my skin...
A spring day...
Vacation from a-white-noise-world...
Fleeting...
>>
Unadulterated fucking bliss...
>>

Meanwhile...
Slipping closer...
Closer towards rendevouz...

Bushisms >>
Kerryisms >>
The invisible hand that rocks the cradle-isms >>
Are they truly one and the same...

Recyclable populations...
Kept from landfill...
Pyre...
Funeral...
Perhaps...
Only time will tell...

# transmission ends #

entry: #019 :: Corrosive-Cotton-Candy::

A man pushes a playground swing...
Rock-Rock-Rock the-cradle...
Gene-pool held firmly within...
Giggling...
Gurgling...
Warm...
Fuzzy...
Doused in hope...
Genes multiply....
:: love, unconditionally so ::

Tomorrow's a tangerine dream...
Wrapped in corrosive-cotton-candy...
damn >> it's good...

North Korea's family unit ain't so Kushty...
A former-prison-guard...
Defects...
South Korea's gain...
Shhh...
Walls-have-ears...

He speaks of unmentionable horrors...
Of Experimentation Camps...
Plexi-glass cells...
Square-by-square meters...
Of molecular hell...

All germs welcome....
chemical > biological >
Hot-off-the-uranium-press...
Mengele's manifesto with a fucking twist >

A family ushered inside...

Pump in the Saran, Comrade...
Angels of death with hypodermic needles..
Ice running through their veins...
Pull up a pew, gentlemen...
This won't take long...

Accelerated population growth...
Black-market guinea pigs...
Pluck the urban peasants...
See how they squeal...

damn > this is nasty business...

A nation of grey marionettes...
Jerking to the cadences of cruel and sadistic masters...

>>Freedom >>
A fucking fallacy...
And the cruelest joke of all...

# transmission ends #

entry: #018:: Atomized Secrets::

SNAPSHOT

Polarize...
Atomize...
Anaesthetize...

The language of violence...
The language of love...

All fucking snapshots...
Brief >> resilient >>
So, yesterday...

The Old Guard...
Lies buried deep beneath the rubble of Cold-War-ruin ...
The New Guard...
War-bunker-room-addicts...
Xenophobes....
Godfathers of the democratic tongue...
Building a bigger, brighter future...
Honest...
There'll be a few casualties...
But what the hell....
Patriotism....
Republica's last stand..

Hunter S.Thompson...
God bless him...
Gonzo Geek...
Prophetic lunatic...
Calls it the "Kingdom of Fear..."
He's damn right about that...
_____________________________________________________________________________

"The 22 babies born in NYC while the World Trade Center burned will never know what they missed. The last half of the 20th Century will seem like a wild party for rich kids, compared to what's coming now. The party's over folks. The time has come for loyal Americans to Sacrifice...Sacrifice...Sacrifice... This is the new buzzword in Washington. But what it means is not entirely clear."
Hunter S. Thompson, Kingdom of Fear".
______________________________________________________________________________

2004 populated by the living...
>> and by the dead >>
The trajectory....
One and the same...

< Hush little baby, don't you cry... >

I'll whisper secrets...
And blow your mind...

SNAPSHOT

Oceans of red swaying in a Communist wind..
Statuary worker, peasant and intellectual...
Was there ever any distinction...
Comrade: 2256900413?

Raspy breaths from the reactor....
The Eye in the Sky Observes...

Always watching...
Always Waiting..

N.Korea hiding behind her impenetrable walls...
Bleak...
Grey...
A haze of paranoia clings...
To the Cold-War-State...
Enemy of the West...
Resistance is futile...
>>
Cold comfort to the 24 million+ masses..
God, dictatorship's an ugly bitch...
Lobotomy of the individual...
Of the self...
Of progression...

>>

"Axis of evil..."
Snorts dear Mr President...
"We'll get to you later, sonny....
Got enough on your plate right now...
God willing...

________________________________________________________________________

"Pyongyang had no other option but to possess a nuclear deterrent...
"Our deterrent is, in all intents and purposes the self-defense.. The self-defensive means to
cope with the ever increasing US-nuclear threats and further, prevent a nuclear war in northeast
Asia..."
Vice Foreign Minister, Chloe Su Hon.
________________________________________________________________________

Kingdom of Fear...
You ain't seen nothing yet...

# transmission ends #

entry:: #017:: We have a problem, Houston::

Last night I dreamt...
I tasted hell...

A landscape shrouded in shadows...
An Event Horizon stained by masked-madmen...
Clouds as far as the eye could see...

>> Black and stormy >>
>> Fire and brimstone >>

Jihad thieves stole through the night....
Suicide's children...
Bunkers all around...
Bomb-scarred and rusted...
Alien-ation...
So...
Overrated...
And above...
Flashes of green lightening...
Bathing the land in the glow of an eerily potential tomorrow...

Meanwhile...

Those poor folks down in the Silicon Strip ...
Are taking another battering...
Jeb's sweating gale -force winds, himself...
While Jeanne brings them crashing to their knees....

Squirming...
Fidgeting...
Questioning...
Does this ass-kicking never end?

Howling....
Howling...
Winds of fucking fury..

Florida...
Honey, you're always in the news....
And for all the wrong reasons...
120mph swells of retribution...
Mobile homes, luxury yachts and broken dreams....
Bitterly contested recount elections...
Not to mention nepotistic hand-me-downs...

Ice age coming...
Ice age coming...
Welcome-State-Of-Emergency...
Rabbit in the headlights...
That's all we are...
All we're ever destined to fucking be....

Hi-definition spy satellite images...
Smile for the camera, daddy...
Tut > Tut > Tut >
Those Chinese whispers just jumped a decibel, folks....
North Korea...
Iran...
Pray tell...
What in your pretty garden grows?
Cockle shells and atomic hells...
All in a neat, homicidal row?

Psst...
Dear Mr Presidents...

I'm thinking North Korea....
Their illicit love-affair with strategic-missile-testing...
It's got the Men in Black hot under the collar...
Steamed up enough to circulate warnings...
Watch your backs, boys...
There's nothing like an atomic aperitif pre-Presidential elections...

Disarm....
Please....
Before it's too late...
Hiroshima, my sweet...
Lest we never forget...

Japan >> land of eternal tremors...
Subway gassings...
A million-and-one-atomic-suns...
Baby, you've just slipped into Code Orange...
Sending Aegis destroyers...
Penetrating deep into the Sea of Japan...

What were you expecting?

Evidence of activity...
From North Korea's missile base...
Suggestions that an incoming missile
>> possible >>
Flashback to 1998...
Need I say more?

The weight of silence...
Fucking bliss...
Winds of fury...
Damn them...
Weapons of Mass Destruction...
That's funny...
We've always been our own worst enemy...
Atomic gardens...
Watery graves...
Religious assassins...
Gaia's fury...

Can somebody....
Please...
Pass the Prozac...

# transmission ends #

entry: #016:: Ballistic Bolshie ::

UNITED STATES OF AMNESIA 09.2004

Finally...
The hurricane's come to rest, folks...

Ripped the US Gulf, damn clean apart...
Sons-of-a-bitch...
Just tore a bite out of the Grande Lagoon...
That sunny, silicone valley...
Shell-shocked once again...
Pounded...
Eternally by howls of fury...
You poor bastards...
Does your misery know no end?

Meanwhile..
Jeb watches from the shadows of the Florida West Wing...
The whole family's under fire...
C'mon...
You have to remember...
Divine intervention is always...
"Guided by the hand of God..."

Did I really say that?
God help me...

Kalashnikov's are making their way back into fashion...
The Masters prefer their Servants armed...
Semi-automatics are accessories for Suburban Malls...
The Street...
Once again...
Becomes an open firing range...
Or, if you prefer...
Ballastic homicide for brunch, anyone....

God Bless America...
And its New World Order...

A couple are forced to remove their American flag from their porch...
Apparently, it offends with its memorial to Iraq fatalities...
Meanwhile, the Federal-Assault-Weapon Ban expires...
Miraculously...
Melts into the ether of a previous world...
A pre-War-On-Terror kinda life...
Not exactly warm and fuzzy...
But a Michael Moore-ian pause...
A fundmentalist-free-kinda vibe...

Dear Mr President ...
Or may I call you, George?
What the hell is going on in your mind?
I realize policing-the-world-like-some-gargantuan-Atlas is a tad stressful...
But, hey, dude...
You're killing us here...

Even Bill's getting the night-sweats...
And it has nothing to do with bypass blues...
Haste on a speedy-recovery, bubba...
Under your reign...
Hope was always illuminated...
Like a Camelot-ian beacon...
Y'know...
With the spirit of JFK...
Loitering nearby...
The guardian of lost-ideals...
And of a better world...

I'm getting fucking sentimental here...
Can someone please put me out of my misery?
Or at least blow some light into the dark, shadows drifting across our land...

Fucking parable...
That's what this sounds like...
Peter Jackson, sweetheart...
Grab your camera, honey and let's go play...

The heirarchy of dark and light...
It gives me such a thrill...
Truly, it does...
Stranger that fiction...
and all that guff....

Let the games continue...

# transmission ends #

entry: #015 :: Millennial bitch ::

SOMEWHERE 15.09.2004

"No one was safe from the motiveless psychopath who roamed the car parks and baggage carousels of our everyday lives...A vicious boredom ruled the world, for the first time in human history, interrupted by meaningless acts of violence." Millennium People > J.G.Ballard.

So simple...
So contrite...
So...
So, damn you Ballard...
You do it so fucking well....

Glacial prose...
The unwinding of the Common Masses...
Bitch's oiled >> tight >>
Your clairvoyance captures our demise beautifully....

Crash...
Yes....that's what this feels like...
The sharp edge of reality...
Now a pre-millennial blur....

An 'open-house' at the asylum, folks....
Step aboard...
Your doors of perception are about to be shattered...
Bedlam ejaculated all over our padded, bloody cell...

A plane circles...
Overhead...
In the stormy heavens...

"Anthrax drop, anybody?"
I laugh each time I mention it...
Dammit, I'd cry if I didn't...

Modern warfare....
Such a nasty affair...
U.S. Postage Centers....
Getting a run for their money...
Booby-trapped letters to governors...
Rigged for maximum injury...
By maximum premeditation...
Yet another massacre of the Democratic Flag...
GIves sadism a new spin...
Sons-of-bitches...
With their Postcards of Genocide...

Korea...
Mmm....
Elegantly sidestepping our curiosity at the mushroom-cloud dancing on her horizon...
Shimmy up closer, honey...
Let's take a look within your guarded fortress...
Hermetically sealed....
Filled with the lust of atomic secrets...

That drone is still overhead...
I'm imagining a mechanical, white bird....
A carrion of Islamic hatred...
Proclaiming chants of something foreign, naked and alien....
Medieval....

Pilots of mujahideen...
Death Squads...
Fucking Fanatics...

And then there's you....
That's right...
You...
Silent witness'...
Rendered mute by your fears...
Mouths in bondage...
Stealing through invisible corners of a shrinking world...
Is their nothing you wish to add?

Millennial people...
Each and every one of us...
Casualties...

Meanwhile...
There's rumours of the Rise of The Satanic Right...
I chuckle...
The zombified corpse of Teflon Ronnie threatens to usurp Mr Cheney...
The ideals of the Deep South rise again...
Hallelujah, that's all we need...

Jaded evangelists...
Each and everyone of them...
Replacing-the-winds-of -their-fucking-Cold-War-with-the-incendiary-homicide-of -Islam's-Rage...

Mekong Delta....baby...
I'll take you any day...

# transmission ends #

entry: #014 :: Having a blast in Jakarta ::

JAKARTA 09.09.2004

So, there was a man...
An Indonesian policeman...
Sitting amid the debris...
The fucking carnage...
Covered in blood...

Stunned...

On the horizon > a plume of smoke...
The Australian Embassy...
Windows shattered...
Victims carried out on stretchers...
A car bomb...
Possibly the handiwork of a Malaysian geophysics professor...
"Demolition Man..." to his al-Qaida-buddies, thank you very much...

Nudge, nudge, wink, wink...
Always in the name of Allah...

I don't feel much right now...
Numb...
Hardly ...
That would be bliss...
Damn, I can't get that man's face out of my head...
It goes beyond trauma...
Beyond the hollow and catatonic stare of a casual bystander...
Lobotomy without reason...
Human shrapnel...comes cheap, folks...

>> Bodybags >>
Stark...
Clinical...
Filled with the last drops of adolescent warmth...
Filled with the uncried tears of their last moments...

Come to momma, baby...
Sorry, if the schoolyard bully comes casually-militant, darling...
Wombs filled with hatred...
'Black Fatima's' bitches rocking the cradle....

It's all too televised...
Monopolized...
Fucking digitized...

And tomorrow's 9/11...
Eternally frozen in the loop...
The Day The World Stood Still...
Still is...
Always will...

Who the hell am I kidding?
>> dammit >>
Everyday's 9/11...

# transmission ends #

eNtry: #013 :: RIP ::

BESLAN RUSSIA 03.09.2004

A world once again in shock...
Damn > when is this ever going to end?

I want to cry right now...
and I never want to stop...

Again we mourn...
Sweet fucking Jesus..
They were children, for chrissake...

There are no words right now...
only frozen shock...
deeper than death...
hollow and barren...

Those innocent children...
Sacrifical lambs to the slaughter...

What did they ever do to deserve this?

always someone else's child....

How-the-hell-could-this-happen?

The horrors of war again violate our children...
Sometimes, it truly is hell on earth....

# transmission ends #

entry: #012 :: When Worlds Collide ::

It reads like fiction >
But, it's not...
A car-crash of emotions...
I'm thinking...
'Grid locked'...
Hell, who am I fucking kidding?

A correspondent's experience has a hold of me...
Lost in Transmission...
His...
Mine...
Us, collectively...

AFGHANISTAN sometime, 2003

"With their kohl-lined eyes and Kalashnikovs over the shoulder, the religious police prowl the stalls like vultures circling a corpse. Hollywood could not design more sinister looking dudes. They even seem to have the worst teeth in Afghanistan. When they're not playing moral enforcers or issuing ludicrous edits such as that women do not make a noise when their shoes hit the ground, they're operating as the Taliban's most effective spy agency..." Jonathan Harley.

This grid locked-craziness is all around...
Punctuating our own imposed >> silence...
Penetrating our own >> solitary-confinement...
Walls of teflon deflect the lunacy and lust of congressional sparring...

A man pulls up alongside me...
We make eye contact...
We speak...

"Hey, code Orange is all around...
I'm thinking jungle-fever's about to hit...
Planet-GOP has landed, baby...
10,000 cops stalk 8-city-square-blocks...
Step aboard the fun {k} ship,
Those 'crazie' mothers are riding the nostalgia trail, again....

Madison Square Gardens...
Honey, they're gonna make you a star ...
Forget the peroxide...it's wax-work smiles all the way...
Flash...Flash...Flash...
Lit by the promises...
Lit by the contradictions...
Lit by the corporate fund dollar...

Hey, give me a break, here ...
Used-car-salesmen-have-more-fucking-panache...

It's starting to smell of terrorism," quips a 'Fox -News'-talking-head...
"Fair and balanced..."
Yeah, sure!
Whatever you say...
Damn...did I smile when I said that?

Two Russian planes bombed into the emptiness of tomorrow...
Radar beeps punched holes into nothingness...
The world holds its breath...

Once again...

What were we really thinking, folks?
C'mon, tell me...

It happened once...who's to say it won't again?

Damn these thoughts...
Eternal and complicit...
Suffocating and sadistic...

Italian journalist, Enzo Bladoni was executed this week...
What?
Didn't you hear?
He was chasing a deadline...
Chasing the dragon of his own adrenalin...
ended up in a shallow grave...
Nobody's life should end that way...

Hey, 'silent majority'...
How does it feel...
to have NO mouth...
but you MUST scream...

Munch >> how apt >> your 'portrait of humanity' was stolen...
Hi-jacked in broad daylight...
Frozen in madness...
A one-way-ticket-to-dystopia...
A portrait of prophecy...

The car horns blare...
But that damn man keeps smiling...
Warm...
Mmm...the kinda smile you could melt into...
"It's okay..." it says...

Damn...
I love that flood of compassion...
Strangers...
Side-by-side...
Never to know more-than-but-a-passing-glance...
A comma > in this never-fucking-ending-sentence-called-life...

He's crawling on his belly...
Searching for answers...
are they ever to be found in the eyes of a bystander?

53% of New Yorkers believe a terrorist strike is likely...
C'mon...It's just convention jitters, folks...
naked specters demonstrate ....
feeding activism's rage...

Our, collective rage...

Four more years of this...
Yeah, like, I believe we heard you the first time...

Something's changing...
Mutating...
damn, it's that evolutionary-loop...
Jammed again...
get's me everytime...

I love this peep-show....
This carnival of the absurd....
This fictionalization of the species...

I want to flash-forward to yesteryear...
Hmm...wrap us all >> in the bondage of amnesia...

Somewhere safe...
... always and forever...
untouchable...

# transmission ends #

eNtry: #011:: Poetics of Perversion ::

:: CONFESSION::

LOS ANGELES 15.08.2004 1.11AM

A man recently confessed...
>> to a dark and shameful secret... >>
His own private fetish...
His own private nightmare...

Mmm..."I'd like you to step on me..
"Kick me..." he begged...

Faceless...
American...
Bound by his own solitude ...
By the bondage of his own, internal sado-masochistic clock ...
By the cyber-chat- hiss of -red-white-and-blue-desperation..
Fetish fucking central...
"Move it along here...people...
nothing to see here...
"Next...."

"Why would you want me to do that?" I whispered...
Silence...
"I don't know..." he panted...
Jock-boy...
silicon-city-cool...
L.A. 'marketing' freak...
It's all in the logoism...
free-trade-and-a-botoxed-'silk-route'-if-you-please?
Calm....
Hmm...he was too damn CALM...
From the testosterone of the football field > to the Blahnik spiked heel...

"When did this first begin?"
"I don't know...it just kinda happened!..."
Silence...
So, c'mon..do you kick, baby...?"
"Are we talking sexual gratification?"
"Yes...kick me in the head...please!"
"Baby...Pleasure. Pain...I've got it any way you want it..."

IRAQ 21.08.2004 5.37AM

Motion- sensors installed in the Iraqi 'oil-pipeline zone'....
Mmm...100% pure-cut-crude-narcotic-for-the-western-world...
Worth dying for... apparently...
>> now oil hits all time-high... $49 a barrel, folks >>
democracy HAS come cheap, momma...
Just like we knew it always would...
A smile...
Fleeting...
Scathing commentary from the 'No Spin' zone..?.
Not me!
Never!

British soldiers play cat-and-mouse-with-invisible saboteurs...
Kohl-rimmed eyes, shrouded in black, steal like thieves through the burnt shells of our old reality....
Hollywood is just green that they don't own the copyright....
It's box-office-gold...
Those sons-of-bitches, wish!

The poetics of our own perversion plays out in front of us...
Bukowski, you visionary bum, you saw it all in the bottom of a whiskey glass....
barfly....
it's the only way to handle this madness...
submerge...
somewhere...
dark...
and in perpetual silence...

But, it's okay...
Really, it is...
I'll hold your hand and talk you through this...

I'm thinking the world's an amphetamine hit...
Events...
daily...
hourly..
secondly....
Perpetually wired for sound...
That hiss...
The hiss of fetish and denial of our own unfolding extinction...

The electorate rolls oiled...
diebold takes control once again...
>> let's hope it wagers honesty, this time around >>
campaign smears...
So predictable, silly....

The world is full of predators...
strong dominate the weak...
"baby...kick me..please," ...
"No. Not right now, dammit!"

Abu Ghraib is the new Nuremberg...
"But, sir, I was just doing my job....
I was just following orders..."
Rub the salt >> deep into those wounds, private >>
Air the military's dirty laundry ...
Show their strength, their weakness and their hypocrisy....
C'mon..the revolution was always going to be televised...


NEW YORK 15.08.2004 1.17AM

Somewhere on the lower eastside...
Another man...
Another fetish...
"Do you have a moment? I need to talk to you ....?"
I'm busy..."
Silence..
"Hmm... okay..."
"I want to talk to you about love?"
"...I'm only 23-and-English-so-please-tell-me-what-you-know..."
"Liar!"
A short time later....
a man sits alone...
he, himself and the object of his 'real' affection...
...hard in his palm....

SOMEWHERE 21.08.2004 10.02PM

damn these freaks and perverts...
these silent-stalkers-and-cheap-corridor-whores...
fucking predators...
damn the eternal beauty of this vodka-tinged-world...
all tart and bitter...
crazy-ass-bitch...
how sweet life looks through the dregs and debris of a world without tomorrow...

# transmission ends #

eNtry #010 :: caN I see yOu? ::

WE INHABIT INVISIBLE WORLDS...
< You and I... >
Mine is just a voice...
Yours :: eyes without a face :: ...
webcamcord whip and fetish...

"Can I see you...?"
No...
"Please... Can I see you...?"
Mmmm....no...it makes it much more fun this way...don't you think?
"Please Can I see you..." ?

Chatroom chatter > masturbation central...
Lonely voices seeking warmth through a strangers pulse..
I'm thinking humanity seeps- through- the- cracks...
I'm thinking it doesn't matter how you get there >> as long as you do...

Psst: Recent Headline:

"Human Cloning Gets Green Light"

There's a glitch in the human genome, Mr Darwin, Sir....
Stem-cell research slips...quietly... into the GM laboratory...
< all variety's sampled>
even though, secretly, we so know it's been seeping covertly through the fiber optics...

PIONEERING...FARMING... HARVESTING...TAMPERING...
damn, depends which way you want to look at the Human- Embryo-fucking- Farm...
even the evangelists' of science see it as their new god...
what's one genetically-aborted twist of the dNa worth between friends...?

Stem-cell-research gets the 'green light' in Blair's Britain...
Silver-haired, silver-tongued wanna-be-president-elect,
John Kerry snuggles up to his UK bedfellow...

A recent radio address has all the pomp and sincerity of moses parting the red, fucking sea....

"To those who pray each day for cures that are now beyond our reach - I want you to know that help is on the way. I want you to hold on, and keep faith, because come next January, when John Edwards and I are sworn into office...we're going to lift the ban on stem-cell research... "

I'm thinking an end to 'terminal' velocity...
I'm thinking an end to mutations of the mind...
I'm thinking an end to castration of memory by Alzheimic Nazis carrying out their final Human Solution...

But does it stop there, folks?
But of course, the evil scientists' plans are always thwarted, baby...
>> NOT >>
Mengele's minions are floating in cryo-genesis suspension...
awaiting a human caress...
damn, petri dishes and egos...
damn, cupid's bow and the perfect human proto-type circa :: millennium::
aryan in perfection...cold and imperfect...genetic pornography....cartography...biological topography...

Map it...
digest it...
splice it..
fractionally at first...
There's always room for improvement, daddy...


Damn, I'm back there again...
back to that chatroom hiss..
to the voices...
imploring...
fragmented in their starkness...
faceless...
a blur of skin colours and vocal canvas'...
please...can I see you...?

I'm floating in the ether ...
grafted into this damn cybernetic age...
grafted to this damn keyboard...
grafted to this damn curiosity -and- fetish-freak-network...

Mmm...I like it here...
stem-cell-me-here-and-make-it-my-epitaph...
please...can I see you....?
c'mon...you know you want to...

# transmission ends #

entRy #009 :: LoSt in traNsmissioN::

>> I'M not in Kansas anymore, Momma >>
There's no longer signs pointing anywhere >> somewhere >>
There's an arctic wind blowing ...
There is silence all around...

Except, perhaps...
In the static..
In the ether...
That goddamn....Hisssss....
The White noise is becoming deafening...
A billion thoughts colliding...

People ask: what is this space?
I say: "Mmmmm.....it's the glare of a million-surveilled eyes, of course...
watching: : waiting...
Reality TV is no-longer-drug-of-the-fucking-nation...
THIS IS!

This fucking obsession with fiber-optic life...
>> Word porn for the TDK- G-E-N-E-R-A-T-I-O-N >>
>> Word porn for the PARANOID ANDROID human race >>
Mmmm...how sexy that cable is..

A man stabbed 15 children in a Beijing kindergarten...
"Hush little children... don't you cry..."
Pinstriped Washington whores whisper that "CODE ORANGE" is just a distraction...
But of course, folks...
It's all one big distraction...
Georgie take a breath..
That tidy, little $30 million+ 'campaign slush fund' will last a short time yet...
Shimmy up to your ole Yale buddies for a toast to the Skull & Bones boysclub...

I had to laugh, you know, (well almost cried) when I heard the latest Bushism outta Washington...

"Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we...
They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our security, and our people, and neither do we..."

Oops, sweetie...another little faux pas...
Never mind that damn >> "CODE ORANGE" >> torn from Intelligence allegedly 3-years-old...
Never mind the odd, 13 arrests in downtown bloody London...
Voyeuristic eyewitness, curtains-pulled back, mobile phone camera lens aimed at the spectacle unfolding in the street...
The enemy lurks closer than we think...
Hitch on the chemical suits because you'd better believe it
>> bioterrorism's a bitch >>
An Al Qaida computer-operative is in custody....
Now rape that hard-drive, baby...
Tear it apart...
Decipher the code and lunancy of an army of veiled jihad butchers...

The static...how close it is....
Mmmm....how beautiful is that glow?
All Propoganda Pink and blue...

I want to forget all this stuff :: for a while:;
I want to seep between the cracks in the pavement ...
I want to silence the cheap-dime-a-dozen-salesmen-who drag-us-off-to-war...
I want to resurrect the corpse of Darwin and scream:
"Hey > you were right, dude...only the fucking fittest survive...
only the silver-tongued starfuck this world..."

While we stand idly by >> sleepwalking >>
drowning in our own sweet, sweet narcosis >>
each and every one of us a metaphor and weapon-of-our-own-mass-destruction...
a missile...
a metaphor...
Yes...
Always...
And forever...

# transmiSSion ends #

eNtry #008 ::Mmm...PatterN reCognitioN::

:: Mmm...see it's all about the pattern::
<< pattern recognitioN >>
and the disruption in the fabric...
littlemissstrange and I felt its curious pulse...
:: hemorrhaging around the precipice::
bleeding into our consciousness...

I'm talking about the greasepaint of a thousand-kilowatted political performers...
Talking heads and campaign dollars...
I'm talking political whoring > $75 million here...$30 million there...
To hell with starvation, AIDS, a planet slowly dying....
Let's part those sweet, die-bold thighs for the promise of a new tomorrow...
A NEW AMERICA, folks...
AN AMERICA WITHOUT THREAT...
AN AMERICA blinded by THE MOST FRAGILE OF LIBERTIES...

Folks are scared...
Everyone's panicked...
To hell with raising the fucking 'threat-barometer'...
We're crawling >> on all fours >> stumbling blindly.

WarMth...I can sense it...somewhere...
beneath the ticking time-bomb...
beneath a thousand surveilled-nationed eyes...

Intelligence chatter courtesty of Homeland Security says jihad's psychotic brothers are on the move...
"Iconic" financial institutions are in the firing-line...
"US BUILDINGS ON TERROR ALERT"...
Mmm...wasn't it enough to rip the heart out of the Big Apple with mechanical Armageddon the first time around?

Cruel.
Barbaric.
Slipping.
Slipping.
Back down the evolutionary chain...

I hate these fucking cowards...
I hate what they've done to our world....
To our future....
To our tomorrow....
spilling blood....
OURS >> THEIRS >>
spreading their virus' of hatred and death in the name of their bloody Allah...
starfuckers of the New Religion...
...this New World Order...

I want to graze eternally in pre-9/11 cryogenics...

I WANT TO WAKE UP...
I WANT TO PRISE OPEN MY EYES...
I WANT TO REPAIR THE TEAR IN THE FABRIC..
I'm cold...
Won't you move a little closer?

Car -bomb pyromaniacy mutilates the Iraqi heartland...
'Fundamentalism's bitch' still pimps her peoples...
Three cheers for democracy, folks...
Now, that was really a job well done...

My homeland's next if sources are to be believed...
It's saner here...
Not much, but a little...
But the threats have begun...
Threats of "pools of blood...and the earth shall quake beneath your feet"...

It already is...
It always did...
We don't need your suicide bombers and TNT parasites for stimulation...
Hail and brimstone >> ha >> you think you've got the patent brothers?
Survival IS survival...
You're pornographers of cowardice...
Castrators of optimism...

Meanwhile...
"HOPE IS ON ITS WAY..." comes the chants of a million desperate souls...

We're terminal, folks!
The denial has passed...
But what's the diagnosis?
Fear of bioterrorist pathogens?
Fear of contamination....
Contamination of apathy...
Contamination of not giving a damn?

Warmth: I want to feel the warmth of a million suns on my skin...
< Not the soft caress of a legion of antrax spores immobilizing my soul... >

>> Bittersweet >> Human >> Alive >>

Mmm...the pattern...
The fabric...
Intrinsic...
So now...

# transmission ends #

entRy #007::The sooThing soUnd of guNshoTS::

I awoKe thiS morNinG to heaR thaT a maN had beeN shot dead
>> in a park >>
noT fiVe minuTes froM wHeRe I laY sleePinG...

**********

I onCe haD a friENd whoSe liFe enDed in a seeDY,darK backStreet ...
a gUn poinTed at hiS head...
He'd speNt 12 YeaRS staRinG at thE waLLed inTeriOR of pEniteNtiaRY liFe.
Tick...
TicK...
Tick...
Deafening...
AgoniSinG
DebiLitaTinG...
BrutaL....

"BeNd oVer sweeTie > thiS won'T huRt muCH..."

Two Years afteR his releaSe he'D stiLL stretCh ouT on the benCh in the morNing suN.
>> aS if it weRe the laSt gliMpse oF freedoM he'd ever taSTe >>

He'd killed a maN
::onCe::
yoU see.
buT thEN He'd doNe his tiMe...
he feLt remoRSe....
hE bareLy surVivEd beNeatH tHe laYers of hiS owN skIN.
hE toLd me tHat the nigHt befOre hE weilDed the fataL bloW
:: "bY accideNt" ::
thaT he meT a straNger in a baR...
The straNGer aSked him if he haD eveR "seeN death befoRe?"
The maN then plaCed his hanD inchEs froM the pre-condemNed's faCe...

Bitch fate & kaRMa.
BitCh wHo haS nO eMpaThY.
Rabbit-iN-the-fuCking-headLighTs...
FroZeN.
FroZeN.
froZen bY a loNe actiON.

***********

The maN whoSe boDy waS diScoVeREd in tHE parK waS alSo a vicTiM of gangLand retriBution.
ouR ciTy is litteRed wiTH Them...
selling their bootY of moloTOV desiGneR druGS...
diMe-stoRe distraCtiONs wiTH theIR guNs and venDettaS...
thE godfatHer haS maNY faCeS...

*************

sEE > the oDD thinG is > i don'T liVe in amErica....
i reside in a plaCe thaT seeMs sTark bY contraST.
But latelY.
Lately...
Lately...
I've noTiced thaT driVe-bY-shooTIngS are earlY eveNIng eNtertaInMent..
aN aSian duDe kiLLed soMe peoPLe wiTh a machEte ouTside a nighTclub a couPLe of yeaRs baCK.
THe tabLOidS devoUR it >> soaKIng iT uP wiTH newSpRint aNd obituaRY...

************
I miSs him sometIMes...goddammit....
iT wasn't suppoSed to haPPen thiS waY...
I griEve foR thE lonG & linGerING deaTH thaT took 40 YeaRs to reaCh itS zeniTH...
I wonDer WHY?
wHo waS thiS maN who knEw violEnce and deatH intimAtely?
aNd wHy do I see hiS faCe on the stReet soMetimEs?
wIll he alWays be luRking in the shadoWS
<< a meRe fuckiNg phanTOm >>
...juST liKe the reSt of uS...
...aN armY of shaDoWS....
RIP humaNity

## tranSmiSSioN ends ##

enTrY #006 ::a heartbReakIng woRk of neON::

<< ThE rain'S fallinG ouTside >>
eVerythINg is gloWinG neON...
I'm thInkINg of daVe eggeRS...
I'm thinKinG a heaRtbReakIng wOrk of StaGGeRiNg genIus
aNd I feeL sad...
noT exaCtlY bluE, foR it denoTeS coLDness; the daMp chiLL oF the graVe...
I'm thinKing kinDa melancHOLy...
I'm thInkIng crawLing frOm a vodKa baR, orgaNs floatinG in aN absinThiAN cocktaiL...
iT's coLD. tHE sun's riSING...
a junKy puLLs hiS cheaP jaCket uP arouNd hiS sineWy , diseaSed fuckiNg limBs....
god I lovE thE dawN...

swiRling, swiRLing.
I'm suffocaTinG.

hey, foLks, did yOU hear diaNe saWyEr scoRed THE excLUsive wiTH ScoTT peTerSon.
TheRe WaS sHe > coiFFed > blonDe > boToxEd > aSkinG the queSTioNS...
TheRE waS hE > coiFFed > darK > mysteriouS >
manaCleD bY ouR suspiciONs aNd hiS oWN fuckinG obviouS vaniTY.
What giVes here?
TV & alleGed muRdeReRs sliPPing beTweeN the SheeTS togeTHer.
let's dO awaY with the juDiciAl sYStem...
Let's confINe the couRTrooM tO thE fisH eyE Lens..
LeT the peOple decide...
wE don't need nO law degRee oR 'metHOd' schOOl of aCtiNG pretendER..
ENTERTAINMENT > sHe's the 21sT cenTuRY HeiDi FleiSS...
whEre's SadaaM? sorrY, el Presidente..
hoW sliCk diD he looK iN his desiGner thReads?
::maSS muRdeR:: a meRe hobbY to him, my frieNDs.

the raiN's slowINg noW.
TheRe's hardLY a souND.
tHe freaKs aRe hittINg the paVements ...
I'M thinKIng eggers again.
goddaMn him > hiJackINg my thouGhts liKE thiS.

iS he right though?
I meaN, hiS philoSopHy on liFe.
How doEs it Go agaIN...
That's riGHt...
"Really, what's to gaIn fRoM sayINg that the niGht only groWs darker aND that hopE lieS cRushed uNDer
the jackboots of the wiCked? What answeRs do we haVe wheN we arriVe at the irreducible realizatioN
tHat there iS no salvatIOn in lifE, that sooNer or later, despiTE oUR beSt hoPeS and moST ardeNt dreaMs,
no maTTer hoW mucH wE woRk towarD ouR variEd ideaLS of immortaLIty, inevitaBly tHe seaS will
boiL, eviL wiLL ruN rouGHshoD oVer the eaRTH, aND the planET will be leFt a playgrOUnd in ruiNs, fiT
onLY foR cockroaChes aND verMin."

suCh beauTifuL poeTry fRom the mouTh of onE so gliB.
he's like, so, naKed.
he's like, so the caTharSIS foR hiS generAtiON.
whERe do yOU get off < duDe > beiNG so fuckIng taLented.
So fuckINg ambitiOUS...
Let mE beaR your childRen...
LeT mE taKe youR haND > leaD yOU intO darKer pasTuRes...
Let's moloToV the geNe pOOl.
creaTe a nEw legiON of heartbreakingly, staggerinGLy beauTifuL creaTures.
Let's moRpH inTo a thouSanD thOm YorKe sPeCtreS...

i'm thinKing tHat I LOVe eVery momeNt of liFe.
< pale aND fragMenTed > bruTaL anD suBliMe >

# transmission ends #

enTrY #005 :: retiNaL melTdoWn::

>>... Psst: do yOu dO you haVe a moMent ?... >>

okaY...that's good...
steP a little cloSer...
huSh...really... it's okay!
Is the glaRe of the scrEEn beginniNg to warM your retinaS?
oR do yOU preFer tHe chiLL of silEncE, anD the shaDows of a darKeneD rooM?
IS silenCe eVeR, reaLLy fuckInG preFeraBle?
dO you drIFt thRouGh liFe liKe the eterNal sleePwaLker?
dO yOU eVeR feeL the straITJaCkeT tiGhteNinG?
do yOur liPs aChe trYinG to suPPreSS a sCreaM?
DOES ANYTHING EVER, TRULY, TRULY SHOCK YOU NOW?

>> tHe glaRe of reaLity iS too HarSH >>
tuRn iT down.
tuRn iT doWN.
I waNt to juMp oFF.
pASS the absinThe.
i WanT to drOwn in hEr sweeT nectaR 24/7....

i wiTneSs maDness froM behINd cloSed cuRtaINs.
aVeraGe JoE infiltraTes suRBuRbiAs of genoCiDe.
:: hanDyMen wHo weiLd chaInsAWs & speaRgUnS & ploT theIR aVeraGe wiFe & chiLd's deMiSe::

seriOusLY ... yOU didn'T thiNk I waS joKing diD yOu?
i saW suCh a psychoPath oN tV reCentLY...

aLL halO & cuRLs....
TurNs oUt hiS aVeraGe-6-moNth-pRegnaNt-wIFe-&-toDDleR-dauGhteR-haD-goNe-miSSinG.
The predaTorial TV netwoRk paraSites caMe knoCkiNg a shorT tiMe later....
goddamN it!
Give him hIS priVacY...
hiS despaIR...
hiS grieF...
leT hiM mouRN.

FLASH TO NEWS REPORTS:
SO THERE HE STOOD
:: PLEADING ::
:: SHEDDING THE ODD TEAR::
:: HIS ANGUISH PALATABLE::
"COMe HoME...cOnTaCt Me," he moanEd.
GODDAMN HIM!

wEEks laTER... a coNFessION.
heY, wouLdn'T yOU knoW iT
Mr cleaN-cuT JohN dOe soaKed iN roYal-blUe caBleknIt juST haPPenEd to muRdeR hiS famILy.
fuCkiNg pSyChoPath!
sO, a crIme of paSSiON you maY thinK...
Hardly likEly.
This dudE had stYLE and paNaChe in hiS homicIDal meltDowN.
:: A CHAINSAW. A SPEARGUN::

i waNt to scReaM riGht noW.

FootnoTe: A monTh laTer ThE froNt paGe of the nEwspapEr reveaLed a maCabRe scEne;
foreNsiC expErts kiTTed in lateSt desiGneR thermoNucleaRweaR siftINg thrOUGh a ruBBish duMp
knoWn as 'deviLS beND'... seeking the DNA and/oR the hacKed remaInS of the latest casualties in the suburbaN maritaL turfwars...

i waNt tO be sicK.
NO.
i waNt to waKe uP.
wHat doeS desensitiVitY trULy, truLy feel liKe?
Is it a diseaSE?
Is it subtLe?
Is theRE a diagnoSIS?
Is theRE a cuRE?
I onLY waNt to fEEl the warMTH of loVe oN my baRe boNES.
giVe mE the warM gloW oF a loNE LiGHT...
reaChinG oUT inTo the darKNEss...


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eNtry #004 :: heY moMma. It's show'n'tell tiMe!::

I'm fascinated by the emerGeNt NeW worLd oRdeR...
I'm fascinated by the Wal-Mart generatIon and itS incestuous little gene pool that swings somewhere between the trailer park and the gutteR...
I'm fascinated by naked ambition and the sheer perversity of belief in your own fucking genius, and bY faceLess CEO's < with bottomless cheque books> and a main-line into asian sweatbox kitchen troika economies...

I'm fascinaTed suRe, enouGH to speNd my damN existence punChiNG hoLes inTO thIS blaNk compuTEr scReen:: tryiNg desperaTely to maKe some vagUe senSe oF thIS urbaN junGLe in whicH I haVe no choiCe BUT to resIDe.
MeaNWHILE www.littlemissstrange.blogspot.com
well, she stalKs amongst bleaChed stONe statues aND chanCey interluDes with strangErs crawlINg froM taxiS...
{Half your goddamN luck, baBe).

But, the truTH iS, aNd it's pretty fuNNy, reaLLy, becaUSe I'm cHafiNg to wriTE THE seMInaL globaL oBITUARY...
Y'know....froM the aSHEs of a woRLD- nOW- lonG- forgoTTeN....rah, rah, rah...
WHO haSn'T goT one foot in the buNKeR aND the oTher...well...readY to high-TaIL the heLL ouT of heRe?
< SOMEWHERE. ANYWHERE >

:: I'M SO nauseatEd by tHE imaGe oF MichaEl MooRe right noW ::

The whiTe-coLLar-pOSteR boY is abOUT as popuLar as...
well, BolShIe Bush, pRe-NoVembeR eLecTiON....
ApparentLy, Mikey's set uP a "War RooM" to monitoR potentiaL defamaTIoN fodder.

Look, I admIRe the guY, I kinda enJOy the controVersial eDge hE proVides, beating hiS cheST and HowLING with indigNatiON aT anYoNE tHaT piCks on "the little guY".
I THINK A MOORE CloNiNG FACILITY WOULD SLIP BEAUTIFULLY INTO THIS NEW WORLD ORDER.
He haS glowINg attribuTes tO poliCe the gloBe...
ALthouGh I poNder how frequently he wakes in a pool of sweAt wonderinG if "today is the day..." > and wHo's actually ordered "the bloody Hit"....

Okay...Okay... enouGH already!
I just waNT to say:: Mikey, congratuLatiONS, duDe...
Keep Up tHe gooD woRk!

You're the barometer of publiC opIniON.
JournOs are sweatINg...
The WhiTe hOUSe iS sweaTinG...
ThoSe fanCy littLe diebold-touCh-sCreeN votING maChiNes aRe quiverINg with antiCiPatiON...

GOD BLESS AMERICA!
GOD BLESS THE SACRAMENT OF DEMOCRACY...
GOD BLESS FLINT, BABY!
THE FARENHEIT'S ABOUT TO SOAR AND EVERYTHING FEELS JUST DANDY....

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eNtrY #003 ::sAriN-gaS-bLueS::

< wE viEw thiS woRLd thROUGh a genetiCaLLy-modiFied lens. >
aLL TaLkiNG HeaDs :
"aLL red, whiTe & fuCkINg bLue. "

eVERyONE haS somEthinG to Say..
boToXed-Tv- anChoReD- liPS- goRGe-on- exPert-fuCkINg-'aVeRagEJoE' tesTimoNY...
meanWhiLe :: ruRal miDweSt amErica:: hoLDs traiLEr paRKS & waL-mArt loGOS
at baY ::iN the tiMe it taKEs:: for long-dIStaNCe truCkers and unDerclass hoardS to cHuff uP
the hoMe-maDe metamphetamine:: >

pSSt..daddy!.
THe Lab's surrOUNded bY chiCkeN cOOP..no urban graffiti tO bE foUnd!... .

reliGion wraps its sinEwy limbS arouND geNocidE
whiLe quieTly zIppIng tHe bodyBaGs & doctoriNG the obiTuarY.
deMocraCy's erAsING ouR ideNtiTY.
SariN's hitcHIng a riDe on eL niNo's taiL aND prOmiSes sWeeT obLivIoN...

buY youR tiCkeT on tHe waY thRouGH, foLKS >
middLe-eaStern cuRRencY iS accepTED .

raTionalize poWeR iN the WroNG hands
IN cleNCheD fiSTs of diVerSITY.
suPeRSize mE, bioeThNicaLLy cLeanSe mE,
teLL mE > whaT frEEdOm & liBerTY means?
teLL mE > whaT's reaL anD whaT's iMagINED?
teLL me > whY interveNTioN & thIRd pArtY iS...bUT a cRueL joKe?
teLL mE > wHy we'Re liVinG uNder tHe shaDOW of eLEvaTed THreat?
LivINg on boRRowed tiME?
:: whoSe timE? ::

yOUrs?
miNE?

TheN whY iS iT thaT I beGiN to chuCkle, softlY at fiRst?
iS it becaUSe the meter's ruNNinG?...
iS it becaUSe surveILLanCe & suspiCiON iS tHe individuaL's LoaD?
or is it becaUse it's all reaLLy, veRy, veRy fuNNy?
esPeciaLLy noW that tHE saViOur of tHe nEw woRld haS riSen?

{ rouNDs of warM applaUSe reSoNate thRouGh press-conFeREnce podiUmS wORldwiDe.}

I'd liKe to pReSeNt:

< the buSh-boT>
prototyPE# 66634698

I jUSt loVe thiS proto-tyPe; its arroganCe is eNdearIng, sinCere, in fact.
< especially wHen expOsed to the mediA fLash of idolatry. >
iT aLsO poSSesses aN astouNDing abiliTy
to communicate clairvoyaNTly wiTh the entIRe WesTern worLD,
whiCh is particularLY haNDy
wheN huntINg dowN eiTher WMD or "evIL" dicatators.
{goD forBid!}.
It's a slicK public speaKEr,
althougH iT haS beeN knoWN to orate 31-epiC-rollinG-minuTe-speecHEs
(wiThouT checkINg auto-Cue) .

(damn, theRe muSt be a viagra-iSed memoRy chip in there, somewhere) .

... whiLe extoLLing the gooD, chrisTian virTues
of thaT little ole whoRe knoWn as democracy!

LooK, I haVe notHIng persoNal aGaiNst < the bOT >
I underStaNd it is a kindA epiTome of WMD
:: if noT bY its aCtiONs alOne...
theN by iTs ridicuLouS assuMptiON thaT the enTiRE global populaTion neeDs democratisiNG.
It's liKe the blOODy schOOlyArd buLLY
< usiNG coertIOn as the only meaNs necessary >
anD I haTe the facT that IT appearS to be draGGinG uS deePer inTO
:: a veRy, verY darK aGe ::
aN abYss wheRe civIL-LibeRty wiLL {sOON} be but a disTant meMOry.

oN the flipSide > fundaMentaliSm sucKS too.
< tHe bin-LadEn boT > haSn't exaCtly scoRed poiNts eiTheR.
to Be blUNt ...
I couldn'T caRe LeSs abOUT theSe poWer-hunGry hyBrids oF ouR owN makING.
I juSt waNT soME goddaMN sanITY baCk agaIN.
I don'T waNT to juMp ouT of mY skIN everYtimE a car baCkfiRes...
I don'T wanT to be aN obedieNT slaVe to the evanGelicAl mediA gods
who spiN theiR propogAnda wiTH a libEral sprinKLing of truTH.

daMn, noW thoSe :: sariN-gaS-bLuEs :: reaLLY goT mE!

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eNtrY #002 :: caTaToNic bliSS ::

pRiVate LynnDie eNgland's worlD is nO lonGeR sooo priVate:
steP- up little 21-yEaR-oLD-domInatrIX--poSteR girL.
combaT fatiguEs are thE neW stiLettO.
vacaNt stares aNd calM demeanOurS
moRe chillINg thaN wORds filtereD throuGh crUeL LiPS...

I dOn't knoW thiS woMaN, anD nEitheR dO I waNt to...
liKe, heR smiRkING faCe oN thoSe phoTograPHs : saY it aLL :

heR lawYers wiLL defenD heR sadIstiC tenDencIes purrING:::
she's jusT a pussycaT, really....
nudGe, nudGe: "buT...siR... I waS juSt folloWING orDers!..."

of couRse you WeRe, little miSSY!
witH that cool, catatoNIC aND remoRsefUL teAr in Your eye,
anD spIke In yOUR steP,
hoW couLD we douBt yoU?

NewzFlaSH: excLusiVe iNTerVIEW {oR} eNGlaND-caM
it doesN't reallY matter which,
becauSe the camERa's whoRed
heR iDenTITY anywaY...

:: psst....juSt the waY she liKes it. :: >

"I felt kindA weiRd doinG it...," shE reMeMbeRed.

spOkeN liKE a truE, custoM-maDe, miliTarY barBie-dOLL.
onLy thiS onE cOmeS accessoRiseD wiTH
S&M toYz to brigHten the mOOD oF anY over-crowDed US guLAg...
:: inciDentaLLy :: deNiAl IS paRT of the LIP- serviCe, foLKS!

neXt : she's poTenTIal court-mArtiAL baIT.
didN't couNT on thaT!
hell-soMe one'S gotta bE the faLLchICk
< mighT as weLL-bE tHe giRL neXtdoor... >

a friEnd of mIne arguEs:
"deMocraCY is the ideaL of the westerN woRLD::
a socIaL/poLiticAl theoRY thaT haS neVer bEEn

<<<<< fuLLY reaLIsed".>>>>>>

deMocraCy iS faNTaSY...
dictaTorShiPS =geNocIDe+miSerY=de-EvOlve=

i HAtE tHeM aLL...
theY aLL suCk greeDiLY frOm the saMe, goddaMN,
uniVeRSal- craCk-piPe- oF-our- oPPReSSIOn.

tHey belieVe in oNe voICe :::::
aNd oNe voICe ONLY ::::

eGo: teStoSterONe: arroGaNCe: domInatION: POWER.

staRs&StRipES, humBle megalomaniacaL shepHerDs, political theSpians in piNSTRipes.

how's abOUT sLippiNG-inTO-a-comfy-leaThER-coCkpIT-oF-a-braNd-nEw-coNvertabLE, boYS.
dROp massIVe doSeS of viaGra.
treK thRouGH soMe godforSakEn, trUmpiAN, maLe-bonDing retreat.
hoWL >>>>
sCreaM >>>>>
beaT youR chEsTS >>>>>>
geT it OUT of yOUR syStems
waGe YOUR OWN PRIVATE fuCKinG WARS

but keeP uS the hell ouT of iT. ..


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eNtrY #001 :: whaT is tHIs voYeUriSTiC heLL? ::

< TheRe's noThing roManTIC abouT TodaY >

I aWoKe tHIs morNING tO diScoVeR a mAn
haD bEEn beHeaDed bEcauSe of his nationalITY!
< YESterDay fiLLed me witH EvEn greAteR blOOdy optimISm. >
:::: heY-Ho, folks:::::::
saDisTiC practiCes aRe bAcK in voGUE
aNd hYPocRisy's the new BuzzwoRd...

LiKe - wHat tHe hell's goinG oN ouT theRe?

I don'T waNt to :: rEacT::
bUt I can't HelP it. I FEEl like a fucKing
voyEuriStic vulTURe devouRinG evEry digiTal morSel
laId ouT in tHis granD aNd elaBorate fEast of
miLLennIaL kaBle-life.

iT doEsn'T maTTer whO I am > becausE all iT iS =
a voiCe echOIng thRough spAce...
buT the fAct is I'm HeRe
< aNd I'm a wiTneSS >
We aLL aRe...

I love thiS worLD of enDless corriDors.
< I dOn't knoW who You are,
aNd neiTher yoU I. >

it's kinDa liKe bedsiT laND :: @4am::
wheRe the only ligHT thaT shinEs iS the waRM glAre
of a compuTer sCreen filleD wiTh woRdZ ...

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