The Flounder at the bottom of the sea
Knows nothing about Somalia
Or the iPhone and will never know

Similar to us
We just live at the bottom
Of a greater deeper sea

We are locked and blind
Think what we do is important
But we’re just tumbled around

Great men are all around us
Real life and imbeciles
Stains on your white shirt

Intelligent and important
Like a simple knot
You try solve it up

in a child’s bed
in a spiders web
in a genius head
in an organic reset
in the possibilities
of a reincarnation
trying to avoid it
is impossible
like an atmospheric pressure
in a well of emptiness
in a child’s bed
in a spiders web
in a genius head
in an organic reset
in the possibilities
of a reincarnation
trying to avoid it
is impossible
like an atmospheric pressure
in a well of emptiness
in a child’s . . .

All these words, the words and the w.w.w.
Computer breakdowns and a broken heart.
Taxes, thanksgiving and the mortgage.
Heaven or hell and to be boiled alive.
The prodigal son and Karl Lagerfeld.
Being born and wearing diapers.
Getting old and wearing diapers.
Boring music, boring Bono and Björk.
Too much fat and blood cloths.
TV, the news and all of the idiots.
Children dieing of hunger and thirst.
To be absolutely human and gonorrhea.
The first, second and this world war.
Charging batteries and clean teeth's.
***** thoughts and smelly feet's.
Gravity and Einstein's theory.
*******, fornication and Celine Dion.
Commercials and more stupidity.
God and the devil up my ***.
Love or hate all up the same way.
Sensitive art and sensitive poetry - oh so.
Diamonds, fur coat and champagne.
More music and gadgets I can't live without.
Plane crashes and earthquakes.
Getting dressed and have a haircut.
McDonalds stinking burgers.
Burger Kings stinking pomme frites.
The apocalypse and Tom Cruise.
Cold lips and cold hands.
Crash course for the ravers.
All the virgins up in heaven.
America got talent.
Nothing to worry about.
Not even when I'm dead.

In heaven you do not have to worry
About snakes or religious vandals
In heaven a lot of love is going on.

In heaven you will be able to be quiet
And not to have one single thought
About modern thinking in boring brains.

You will be able to do miracles
Floating into history and yourself
**** it's going to burn so bright.

Even bleeding alone on a lonely highway
Seven deadly sins in one boiling cell
Water, electricity and historic buildings.

In heaven not a single promise
Will ever be sowed and never be riped
You can drive a car and be famous.

In heaven you can only depend
On real strategy and no moral
Or banality will be your saviour.

Mama bite her lip
Kiss her child goodnight
Trains explodes
Bleeding passers by

Suffering offering
Righteous ******
Of self  justice
Kiss you all goodbye

News of the fat hungry media
Nationalism and sensationalism
Propaganda in blind eyes
Pop ***** the real games

***** with The Pope
******* Dolphin genitals
Respect and a driving license
Gone off the real track.

Radical News.
Radical Jews.
Radical Love.
Radical Truth.

Burning Rivers.
Burning Land.
Burning Boredom.
Burning Hands.

Crying Games.
Crying Roles.
Crying Stabbed.
Crying Gold.

Deadly Love.
Deadly Hole.
Deadly Doomed.
Deadly Cold.

Living Fast.
Living Fun.
Living Furious.
Living Purest.

Now Time.
Now Death.
Now News.
Now Fools.

Charging language with meaning
To the utmost possible degree

Chewing on the raw image
With eyes sharpened
Ripping into the pictorial flesh

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A time suffocated
By terminal space

Remix of coded subjectivity
Black holes of pseudo-subjectivity
Surrounded by possessions

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This biological catastrophe
A post-human construct

Fear of weaker morals
Elixirs into the cup of life
Ideas of what it means to be human


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