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...

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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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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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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

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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 >

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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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