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from DISASTER LYRICS

 

 

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So then I woke up wondering about the multitude
And whether I could ever really be a part of that
Idea or thing or whether I'd get stuck here trying to

Recall what GNP really means, or the old harmonious
Equilibrium models even older cores and molten
Terra incognita, feeling like these little twizzle turds

Of being being sucked, absorbed into ever
Vaster networks where reality's still being
Tested. Oh, you're just suffering the old imperial

Nostalgia, he said, the neo-con retards fucked-up
My spin without me, and I guess I don't know how
To criticize democracy, value, or to just say no!

To human rights without referring to these things
As mere masks of domination, or uncanny specters,
Which would defeat the point (the hostile aura

Having already recrudesced around my teetering
Mode of popular mobility) which is periodic, I
Know, reduction, followed by promethean expansion

Blah blah, etc., and the like. But can I really be saying
These things about the new bourgeois bounty I've lodged
Inside my flap, opaque backdrops for a slum humanity

Having lost its relation to poetry and buggery
Brunch, and other excrescent by-products like my
Body just doesn't seem to quit producing this.

 

 

 

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