SOTTOGOVERNO

This hiss. I had copied and pasted this mantra from sacred space and post-modernized it. And why not - the owner of the voice would've probably liked it - he was an egomaniac after all. So this work of mine continues, that's right, copying, pasting, IP's worst E-enemy , last priveledge, the last freedom of the keyboard warriors. Pens, mightier than fists, mightier than diseases - perhaps the cure - a cure-all tonic - brazen and blood-red against the night sky. What is this machine I must engage? This chug and whir - not music no - it's a bloody machine, meta-technology maybe - propping up what lies dormant - compensation for lack of money-making skill, yeah...psycho-masturbation - feeding, always feeding something -
sound-as-nutrient - a program - a code, a code without a key. Black choppers of the sub-concsious throbbing against amyloid - plaquing them all up nice and tight - work on,,,work on...
Lock on bud, crack open that case and feast yer eyes. Soiled, not slate. Dressed in a nice carbon nano-tube netting. It's beyond me, the flaming psycho masturbator. Each 'song' is a scene - a setting - a stupid stupid landscape. Chopper fetish and synthetic vvvvinds!

Scene 1.loss of energy through wasted and inefficient travel decisions.
Scene 2. Humiliation through 'being seen' to be immobile, unfit, and broke.
Scene 3.single-bed, and little metallic speakers to entertain ourselves.
Scene 4. as we scratched through week to week to week, the populace would look on, knowing full well of our under-utilization, knowing full well of our pathetic and embarrasing weekly incomes.
Scene 5. Always seen blowing our money on booze, publicly drunk.
Scene 6. and then people started bringin' over gifts, money, alcohol, food, love and good times. all the time.
Scene 7.hopeless projectile : projectile learned savvy saving on thrust and gust inward tranquil and heavy - 20 and 30 or more and its heaving hells and tiered levels and terrains of gothic hue and triffid loves hang just in execution gardens.
Scene 8. Being something quite easy to handle, being something with which to place a magnet unto.
Scene 9. constantly under attack by a barrage of angry fellow citizens, angry voices of disapproval by the righteous and real of the land
Scene 10. And so, the psychic action ----------well, basically, reading his document is enough at this stage.


Magneto! Magneto! Magneto! Magneto! Magneto!

Is this your need - your portion?

On hills and in gardens - told quiet and made bare -

Will lord of naught leave us be

And make your afflictions clear?