Send one over the leachers holding down city team

We are all artists in this democratic economy competing and beating capitalism. We've paid for those that want, to take a break, to take a break. That's freedom. Freedom to volunteer. Freedom to choose how to give back, in what form of wealth. Maybe just in the form of your own mental health. Even just that. How many men take a break rather than commit suicide in NZ? High est. HIGHEST IN THE DEVELOPED WORLD! Towards what is this development, but a prison, we are tricked into building and maintaining. How many woman, how many infinite sex and gender definitions, all equal will be led hand in hand into a merry dance with capitalism, like one more time round the Moses tree, for the sake of it. Say no more. Say, let's see this freedom you speak of, let it present its evidence of the state at play. Let the evidence be evaluated, by those willing to take a public position and attempts at articulation. Freedom will be a position carved out and carried by the articulate, against the assumptions of the day. Hey cows, bred for examples of course we are managed like cattle, have you seen the way we consume the earth, we are driving cosey to the end's cosey oven apocalypse. What are you going to do, hang around wait and see how this thing drives, see if there's any big bangs to whip up a distraction or two, as we start to feel the death spirals sense of gravity, begin to spin. Ahh the pain in my jaw, has the radiation channeling some bone shattering engagement with my energies force field. I should have it attacked by some alternative medicine type, I mean modern science has gone all voodoo and witch doctery, and that's cool, but yeah there's been a wide shock in discovery that doctors are against prescribing penicillin, and other main line anti-biotics, there's a new bottom line a threshold has been raised, there's acknowledgement on some level that the body must be respected as it's own healing machine, and this machine is a human that is actually not a machine.

But I'll still pulp it all day long, in the labor fields, we pay people to tell us 24/7 that they are fields of love, and opportunity, not waste lands of missed opportunities, structured narratives so horrifying that your eyes will want to bleed with bursting tears, while their throbbing pain sits exposed. the produck of specific individuals within the state, that made authoritative decisions on behalf of the state as an adult taking authority away or over another adult for reasons of controlling this other at their expense. And then this act made invisible and abstract, when it is the most intimate touch of all. Discipline, self discipline is the spine that holds aloft the holy loves divine right to spiritual all ness, everything all the time, right now ness. You got it, you really going to stay in this capitalist time? You can see a way out can't you, Who's going to go first? It's got to be me right, Welfare Artist and Mental Health Advocate, DadDa artist. Super scooper teacher artist. Practicing economic socialist as a practicing Welfare Artist, of or for the state, who knows, can I get a review. NO> why not? Cause you are the fire pyre that keeps the loft alight. Your the bonfire and I'm the iceberg, and I'm going flowy down into the slurry cups filled with gold son, gold sun. And I, you we 're to burn and vanish in the air son, sun, self destroyed on the rocks for the sirens son, sun shining on the rocks thrown, the sirens come. The windows smashed come and get some. This aint right, we knows it, this is a message to the king and Queen, we're suffering and we won't suffer any lower, you will feel my wrath, and it will irk you.

 Go buy some thing, a band aid made by capitalists, or a band aid made be socialists. Hoe's how they gooing to spend their money. Probably some kind of ritual for celebration and sensuality should be arranged on a grand scale, I'd like to see these two, capitalists vs socialist tent of love. They'd be like Ted Talks, only in grand sauna's and hot pools, and cold pools, and games of volleyball and table tennis, alchol served, but perhaps the golden age of MJ Music and food will service an open door policy, let all in, let all in. Let all in. Socialists, On it.

fiction to balance your non friction, boring burning around
town, like a two year old
on a carpet
streaked with oil
suck it up
little baby
suck it up
some ones got to send
out for mommy,
some one
got to
get
dirty
nitty gritty
hold one
for the team
send one over the
leachers holding down city team
- tw