Character experiment #4952-3666

Jessica is known around the country, amongst the perpetually isolated dark artists; the ever flourishing illicit drug community; the stoned and sleepless networks of chaos punk pilgrims; the ranks of law enforcement stormtroopers; the television network executives; and the national alliance of newspaper journalists and history revisionists as a cut-throat thief, a porn actress, a Zoloft addict, a vegan chef and a Satanist witch, the leader of her own established high order. After first meeting her, I found out quickly that all cohorts in her religious endeavours she considers servants and most of them, convinced by the menacing oppressive aspect of her forceful and commanding presence, dutifully pay attention to this station.

AA 2005

Declaration #8203-223

Dissenters are silenced by ridicule and steriotype. Individuality is quickly labelled as destructive blasphemy and it becomes accepted fact that demons walk the streets behind all the cool subversive underground scenes, spreading spiritual corruption and dangerous sinful philosophies, preaching permanent unrest. I’m sitting on the steps outside parliament house mid 2004 holding a big piece of white card on my lap:

ASIO

NATIONAL SECURITY

OR

SORRY EXCUSE

FOR A POLICE STATE

And you’re walking past with your digital camera thinking “…and I bet he doesn’t even wash his hair another dumb punk kid doesn’t know what he’s sayin just lazy and likes to complain or maybe hes got something to hide probably a fuckin fag or somethin ive got nothin to hide how else are we supposed to stop the terrorists anyway…” So now you go and slot me into your mythology. I want you to know that you’re welcome. You’ll only feed my horns to grow. When I ask you nicely for revolution, or at least some greater consideration for human nature’s intrinsic value, I’m told that I’m preaching the stale same old story and with my mohawk I’m a walking cliché. What greater criticism could you offer me? What crueller insult?

I say you will never meet another with my likeness. This is individual religion baby and you [and everyone else] will never be invited.

Sacred Well

"So we got like a holy man and some bitch reporter comes to
interview him. He sits there chewing on his betel nut. After awhile,
he says to one of his acolytes, 'Go down to the Sacred Well and bring
me a dipper of paregoric. I'm going to make with the Wisdom of the
East. And shake the lead out of your loincloth!'. So he drinks the
P.G. and goes into a light trance, and makes cosmic contact - we call
it going on the nod in the trade. The reporter says, 'Will there be
war with Russia, Mahatma? Will Communism destroy the civilized world?
Is the soul immortal? Does God exist?'

"The Mahatma opens his eyes and compresses his lips and spits two
long, red streams of betel nut juice out through his nose holes. It
runs down over his mouth and he licks it back in with a long, coated
tongue and says 'How the fuck should I know?' The acolyte says 'You
heard the man. Now cut. The Swami wants to be alone with his
medications.' Come to think of it, that is the Wisdom of the East. The
Westerner thinks there is some secret he can discover. The East says,
'How the fuck should I know.'

~ William S Burroughs

marajuana notation

i dont specialise in childhood trauma there can be no good parenting formulae but i got a warning for you see i can see and i can feel a storm brewing the empire frightened of revolution the public pumped full of fear their minds are dulled with beer but AHA! the static still they can hear and cracks in the status quo appear i hope a new order and culture is near so until then for me its death or its liberty with my friends and my enemies i will try to rise above a greedy sick society a doomed planet a fucked reality it saddens me it frightens me inspires me fire FIRE music smoke signals amongst the catholic anaesthetic gas drums fast atmosphere crash smash the $50 000 sedan in the church yard shake it all up dislodge christ from the cross with a blasphemous bomb blast then dont let the satisfaction last you'll get trapped in the non-existent past i got the words ideas the drive but discipline man my only weakness i got no time for perserverance i spend too much time on my appearence when im running interferance but trust me when you hear me theres no need to fear you see cause i believe that violence ain't the answer just makes things harder badder remember every man and every woman is a star all the best people have scars the bible is a farce the good sheperd has lost his flock his fallen angels outnumbereed by billionaires, racist skinheads and men in frocks and collars swapping crucifixes forgiveness and trust fro boyflesh and silver dollars he said "Don't tell anyone else my child, but God just honestly told me that to get into heaven you must first suck my cock." Now i say burn the bible burn the flag discard those oily rags dismantle the churches rock by rock burn burn the president/the pope cut their fucking heads off! smash the system now we've suffered enough.