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8/07/2004

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...

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8/01/2004

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...

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