The Sleep of Reason

> > "It's The End Of The World As We Know It" R.E.M

...and i feel fine

the stars shall bring me rain


no not a tempest specialty

show me your power, to the lens with yours

to better project your please
there's a biological trigger at certain frequencies

three passengers with brights flash at the moment you strike
can reverse engineer it with trials
reproduce it hollywood style

a fictional backlash against a chosen few

by an organized church with a gun in every pew

now what is all this leading to?

a story which is only almost new


the handshake injects

dmso and sweat

and whatever your nanoneedles choose to share

can a virus get along well in there?


and a senator frowns as he turns down his missiles

finding a cure for his cancer comes first

he shook some hands, pressed some flesh to gain office

now he owes the national debt - thus cursed


and a communist christian sets a province aflame

says the only thing certain is "god has no name"

the workers and shirkers by this both abide

in double bind be faithful or try

on religion


and i just shook hands with the head of the firm

the grip swift and vigilantly sure

i then met his eye with my trained attention

and the smile for which there's no cure

 


SIS

somewhere in the suburbs someone remembered to be sane

no they're not broadcasting madness, just being themselves

it's time to tear the cancer off - it's someone else's shame

the laws refect the genome, and you're not the same


somewhere in the suburbs lies the queen of the delta

in doesn't matter which city, and neither to her

they're going to speak freely, the radio is open

it's time to stop hiding and let's start to cope


we televise our ignorance with institutionalized lies

somehow the boxer from britain got precious

somehow we all know who the real letch is

somewhere a mind reader just said eureka

and privacy's out with the news


you said hello to my firewall, now build one too

just lie back and it comes through

i took the telegram from heaven in a liverspotted hand

i brushed my thinning hair back, picked out sand

perhaps this prolongs the measure - never sure

these seamonsters love this final act

and have never bourne a thought it might be rewritten


time i've hinted - fell to us everywhen, it's how we are
i'm positively cross there's not a she but sees only needs
unless life rescinds a visa - thus purity and crucifixion on the 3/4 cross

positively true

how do?

Blame

you so obviously need a sexual nigger

someone on whom to lay all the blame

for every little feeling you have deep inside

you always point the finger at your own true shame

 
let me be your sexual nigger for you ladies

i'm all the men that hurt you, every dirty little look

you can't recognize that which isn't within you

her feelings disproportionate, with prejudice she shook


inside you know the truth of youthful obsolescence

you know the real numbers, you remember those days

you know the wasted time, all those years denied your lives

and now you know the tragedy which we've all made of our lies

 
i want to be your sexual nigger darling

i haven't done a thing but i'm sure clear about my thoughts

you're the ones who  suffer with this angry disease

as the twig was bent you simply think as you were taught


you can't see outside your little wave of twenty years

you haven't looked at history, or just the recent past

you're someone else's puppet for all your righteous rage

you simply need a victim, that's the only truth that  lasts


i'm your new persecutable, your new faggot, your new jew

i'm your sexual nigger cause it's my heart that's turned black

get the rope, fire the ovens, are the cattle trucks ready?

some of us will tell the truth, now there's no turning back


& you know that i'm brave enuff to call it like it is

you know i'm everyman, with you from cradle to grave

you know the cure, that which you want so badly

 just leave us alone, we've got a world to save



 
AdaMinisteRater - \etc\passwd that mofo
when the moon moves, the water follows
dontchya know that's a lot to swallow
the comet misses, but the gravity well
might just show us a little bit of hell

when i'm awake i can cut the connections
you can see but you can't feel
tell me something my sovereign saviour,
does a numb life make it less real?

F.U.Q. Frequently Unanswered Questions

use of translators as proxiesbam- galleries open samples,
403 on ambzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
gotta keep us free u fuckers
hey time differential isnt significant 
&all they see IS ONE choice
it's tragically funny
either a symptom of repression or a new caste system of intellect is emerging
if the map is not the territory, how is the person the media?
you cant be a potter and not get your hands dirty

hey all you braindead flatland weasels!
never mind that - this is a global phenomenon

the subtexts are hilarious once you have this key
yes there are liberated christians who 'got it'
and they are still trying to ameliorate, to ask their saviour to meet them halfway
he won't but i know someone who will ;-)

that's why there are floods
to wipe out flatlanders

hallejlujah

a crazy way of talking, to invoke the ancestors with the arena engulfed
but how else can fate play handball with itself
if gender had agenda then disdain might provoke an understain of these proceedings

sorry not to interlace our interactions direvtly
but anythimg

 

thus the advice to buy a virtual machine - on all planes

most, rather
more sophisticated than the average death threat is relegated to some antique dispatch

it's hiatus

still some despise me in proportion to their individual contortions
dont lie to me
it's some unseen sociopolitical assymetry
arbitrary
and the adjuged has no voice, no dispute

most any claim
who can share their visions but those to bloody blame
who can cry for justice as shame

let him who can articulate the blame
cry my name
take it to heart as sanctified

oya

wuzmanim?

acting like a character in a dream
its how you fit in
it's not a philosophical abstract imperative
if you do you can coexist in an imagined psycho-society where packets of neurocodes are shuttled along by many and varied imperatives
and lose too
i'm sorry i must have dropped the ball too close to the keyboard
we'll resume this dialogue after minor lacerations


Thirteen Coins

thirteen coins enchanted have i

to pass among the good and young

when the call is cast - they shall destroy the past

and to the future of their faith be as heroes sung


the round shall teach, the crooked cut

the love they serve - to expose the lies

the word they learn - it is the truth at last

they shall break the chains and with mercy fly


the crown is there for all to see

a king we need, if it's to flood

yes the spell is real - thus dark the deal

this money was minted in suffering and blood

i stand here accused of most everything


having done nothing is in fact my crime

i draw darkness, expose the wolves in the flock

a ticking heart to tell the bomb's on time


these are souls who have been taught the hate

but refuse to embrace such a simple creed

they know that for the old it may be too late

they shall never sow these bitter seeds


"he's only given twelve," they say

every single wave will cross this sea

i smile from there beyond the door

she knows the thirteenth coin is me

 

Philephile 

 
Yet have I to meet this rarest of the beasts

Ever poised and ready for his glistening feast

Whatever gets you off

Is how he gets it it on

It’s the balm his conscience uses

On his sore repressed queened pawn

What do you love, well he’ll decide

It’s true: he simply HAS to know

On his knees to see your needs

Like some daily picture show

Masked in pompous rhetoric

A peeping tom to save the world

Casting judgements, dim aspersions

Self righteous epithets to hurl

It is merely power that he seeks

It seems his heart has sprung a leak

If mere knowledge is his throne

At last the knower now is known

Philephile thus deep intrigued by all you see

Little but pity do I feel

Surely thou art lonelier than me

i saw your humble renaissance

far back when you'd contrived

this plan to build a better man

now the afterbirth's arrived


the artifice within your warmth

i could not decry those lies

or the love that made it real to me

as it quiet, waved goodbye


i've gone this road before, my star

i followed all through the night

and as the dawn broke everywhere

my heart regained it's sight


he who loveth spring,
 
he also loves the fall

he who loves but summer
 
perhaps he loveth not at all


i bid you count each moment now

in shallow pools  ripples soon fade

i shall bear aloft pain's candle bright

o'er paradise betrayed

when young i was an open fool

quite plain for all to see

with arrant rage,  i waxed falsely sage

wore airs of mystery


time has stripped me of these visas

thrown open all my windows wide

on my barren walls, in my empty halls

still exists some humble place to hide


what age has next to confiscate

is your soft weak quivering jewel

i've played my part, time harvests hearts

and then i die, again a fool

the only reason an ape joins a subculture is because he is creating an emotional commodity out of conformity. he will eventually sell out. i suppose we all will if the price is right.
the trick is making society pay. like, dig?

 

my connection still works yay!
thought it was off - one light on the modem et al

http://www.deccanherald.com/deccanherald/jan082004/metro4.asp

found this on the web

I was born on a Saturday night
Somewhere between the seconds really
I couldnt give you a time but it sure was late

I'd love to make you nervous, but I'm really in the band
I'd love to mislead you, but I'm only busy with my hand

I got the whole canary yellow jacket hand me down
But I don't need to be an old man afraid of crowns
A push into the darkness, I have a little light
I sing into the morning, I cultivate my sight

I was born again in the place between dreams
I guess I just lay there and found an old religion
I can't really talk about it but it's love
Ever met someone who could give you directions?
Death is where we're headed

We're almost in the soup you know, the melting pot's aboil
We lance our hearts with moral spears, a little mortal toil
Did Shakespeare shuffle off to wind his backwards clock again?
Turn the keys and you will oddly be
a little looser in your coil my friend

Free my opinion of you I'm sorry that I had it
Let me see the person that I may have once ignored
Listen to my rhetoric thus neatly timed - imperfect rhymed
Then send me a singing telegram if you find that you're still bored

I now teach by example and you've forced me to this throne
Perhaps this will explain to you why I rarely answer phones
I am the courtier of a goddess, I have never lost this cause
If you think I'll chase the flesh around, then an empathetic pause

I'll be the last one waiting if it's Thanksgiving when you call
I'll be the first dead pumpkin pie at Cinderella's ball
I've stepped into the wilderness, I've steeped this crazy tea
Now give me a burning bush damn soon, this to help me see

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o To heap scorn and ridicule of any sort on the individuals or topics at hand
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netnanny is gonn drynurse ya when the BIG one comes
the meaning of life - there is none?

"Lionel ah said Shaddap!" ;-)

man is a creature of memory
love's but the craft of a meaningful past
these empty pages now tattered, set free
this razor cuts gently, still out they are cast

i must hence live twice unfulfilled
to send you these empty days
the temple to build, it's windows to gild
losing the path, finding the way

i've wept and i've wondered at all of these thoughts
the hopes reinvented, the means redefined
love given cannot be borrowed or bought
for man is a creature of mind