The 40 year suicide

I started writing a book. here's a sneak peak

This isnt a true accounting, not because it is in any way false, but because the notion of truth has become as archaic as the horse and buggy in the twinkling 21st century. Were living in the time of science fiction, the far future, but instead of driving hover cars, were still shooting morters at each other. Not that that fact is in any way relevant for me, such honest violence is for those countries who have not yet developed the mini mall. My story isn't about real pain, my problems aren't real problems, those are reserved for people who have to wonder how they are going to eat tomorrow. what This is a complete psychotic breakdown, as drawn by Normon Rockwell. While were on the subject of what this is not, this is not a rant, this is not the bitching you have come to expect from my generation; this is an articulate scream. This is Life, with its testicles removed.
Smoking is the last, great commonality between man. Despite the government and health groupss efforts to wipe it out, it remains one of the few trully egalitarian enjoyments. Even the terrorists do it. i firmly believe that if you dropped cartons of camels instead of bombs during war time, you would achieve world peace in short succesion. In reality, if people wanted to give a picture of heaven, theyd stop using pictures of angels, and show a picture of a cigarette and a cup of coffee, that might boost church attendance. My name is David Fischer, Im 24 years old, have an oral fixation, have been in college for 6 years, and tomorrow Im going to kill myself. . . my plan is to wake up in the morning, smoke a cigarette, and get started on my day. There's no buildup when you kill yourself quickly. Im a big fan of the 40 year suicide.

life

Life (all rights reserved)

Downloading chunks of nepenthe in broadband,
love at first .JPG
gleaming images substitute for "IRL"
i think i'll call her Suzie tonight.

God as licensed concept; Jesus (TM) in both .avi and .mpeg format
download now on iPod
branding ourselves, relishing the torture, purchasing our slavery off of designer racks
have a drink of Lethe, it's got 16 vitamins and minerals
BDSM as societal metaphor

Zen and the art of mass consumerism
hollowing ourselves out to make room for more
click this link for Satori
we wave our banners of banners of mediocrity
proudly
championing the cause of mediocrity
if we can find the time between commercials


but you say, i reject this ideal (C)
don't worry, counter culture is 25% off two stores down
fight against the man, rage against society
just avoid mirrors
we hold out heads high
so as to avoid the smell
Us vs Them as marketing strategy

Morality as a construct
Build your value system out of legos
legos? isn't that a game for Xbox?
Welcome to Humanity Inc
the line forms to the right

Using the tools of Gods
we have made ourselves less than man
Behold we are become Shiva
destroyer of ourselves.

Apathy

Apathy
in the Land of virtual
humanity/humility
the mists of pixilated
personality/
life at 3mb a second
reach out and touch the
ether
let the void take you
the blog screams louder than Dachau
numb, burning, living for
moments

notes from the bunker

the Me-mac Mars man sings
electric teardrops raining
melting bicycle sundays
on the black top
beat back reload
starved jonesing for hemlock memories
socratic martydom
skit skat cat always howling at
the stillborn mood
the forgotten
moon.

Love is divine madness the Mars man sings
smokey lusty jazz club thing
she's giving him those chest pop eyes
the girl
abject potentiality
as he verbalizes the soul

Going 95 on Hwy 95
the drop top's red as pain
heading to Mexico the long way
he's 9 days out on the world tree
All this insanity is just conceptual vanity
he thinks
the drop top moves but he is still
he is movement

Take your Icarian wings
FLY!
let the car crash into the intellectual spikestrip
the barricade of mundacity
as burning metal and an updraft
carries the Me-mac Mars man
Up
UP
and
AWAY!

gone like freedom
out of sight
of this world
Far away from us
we Hungry ghosts in the virtual world
we shamblers
who've forgotten how to dance.

revolution

Radiod direct to you from the powers that be, this is the truth as we have created it. There are no more myths. this is reality, we are the reality, there is nothing other than this, this was always, before this there was not even history, there was only pre-history. This world was meant to service the needs of Humanity Inc. That is it's only purpose. As we grow we will eventually convent every inch of this world to the production of what is needed to sustain us. When we have finished this noble goal, we will spread out to the stars and carry our vision to other worlds. Those who disagree with us will still have a place in our brave new world. Our sociologists, anthropologists, and biologists will vivisect them for the purpose of identification of their aberance. prior to this method we will drop consumerist bombs on them. indundated with Sony, Toyota and Coca-cola, they will conform to our ideal. Virtue has been replaced with brand loyalty as we adjust the gears that are you in the machine that is the Earth. Ours is a vision greater than that of any man in history. we have no need to kill, we simply convert. There is no other side, there never was any other side, God is our HR director, Jesus is our number one salesman and Buddha mans the phones. Welcome to Humanity INC; the line forms to the right.

We are The Yellow Brick Road. Read Morrison, read Sartre, read DeSade, read Plato; we are the resistance. We are at war. At war with a society that seeks to make the world a static place. Though humanity has forgotten the old ways, we have not. Our propaganda exists everywhere. Think. rebel. no matter what. . . never obey. The truth is all around you, we have just forgotten how to percieve it. Read myths and legends, and allow yourself to think, for just one moment, that this might be the truth, and everything else that you have been told since birth, might be the lie. pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. wake up and realize that what we have percieved as solid and unmoving is simply that because we believe it to be so. Maybe this is all a lie, but if it is one, then it is a lie that is more real than the truth. Believe the impossible. Read, expand, become more than you are. it's all in the stories. we've let them take these from us and bombard us with television. Expand or fall to the machine. Forget society, you cannot reform the machine, you can only attack it whenever you have the chance. We are the blood of the earth, we are the nervous system of the almighty. though we stand against a society that seeks to destroy us, what many fail to see is that this is not only a war, it is a search and rescue mission. Never simply accept. all is not as we have been told. the world was once a much different place. Magic never died, it has simply been in a coma. One day it will re-awaken, and we will transform this world. Oscar Wilde once said, "we are all living in the gutter, it is just that some of us are staring at the stars." remember that, remember what we once were. Virtue, though a forgotten word, has not forgotten us. Jackbooted reality has tried to beat us into submission but we refuse. we refuse because we remember. Despite what historians tell us, we know that Arthur did not die in combat, but slumbers on Avalon till the apointed day. One day he will lead us again, we are the round table, we are camelot