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Psychoactive Linguistics

It seems to me that those who are most passionately opposed

    to the currents of power

    are those who are actually the most optimistic

    about humanity.

    For it is those who believe

    that we deserve better.

    It is those who believe that we are actually

    better than we treat ourselves.

    It is those who believe that we have the power

    to empower ourselves and

    the self-control

    to be in control of our selves.

    When we live in a society where the deeply optimistic

    are targeted as terrorists

    and their souls are devalued

    with bullets and their bodies cut up

    by tabloids pretending to be churches,

    we can not be drugged into nihilism.

    Instead we must drag ourselves out of this trench

    and feel the slugs pierce our skin

    and go through and through us

    and exit into our dreams, leaving a hole for our dreams to bleed

    into this world.

    And when we run out of blood we can rot

    into our own imagination.

    And we will dissolve and our bodies

    will become the Earth.

    And the Earth will become balanced.

    And the Earth will spiral back around

    into a bionetic noosphere.

    Because, honestly, I think the Earth is sick

of having a split personality

    and we are here to bring you sanity.

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May 1, 2013
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