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By Jim Luchte
the shadow of lady macbeth stands sleepwalks & screams throughout the realm of our lives blood soaked killers spit upon the charred bodies of the dead: 'is that not what we do indeed possess, always & forever, 'innocence' sit stare flow clouds through dirt stained window streams white brushes against blue dome inexorably remixes torrent movement attention drawn away by sickens manipulates voice vomits out lies hate voice eventually ceases quickly replaces by sober calculating cold phone call interrupts speaks of war inevitability of ruthless bloody ground war the television speaks 'he has war tested troops & has seen many war time situations could he be coaxing us in coaxing us in coaxing us in... endless monotonous sinister baseless speculation idle lying sickens horrible b-movie foul stench people paid to be absurd speculators experts pundits token minority gray haired glasses wears african american male speaks of the likelihood of casualties three fourths of frontline ground troops african american pre-calculated damage control public relations laying of the ground for the ground war complex of domination sings disempowering lullabye descending upon us a form of sleep immersed within dream experience disconnects disposable images forgetful bits distract propaganda continual maintains reaffirmation after reaffirmation after reaffirmation just like goebbels & his big lie lie of our lives tentacles control police pathetic herd within disciplinary corral necessary component within systems psychology of war people need release one to be incorporated dissent rationalized moment within reproduction of terrestrial configuration matrix networks systems production facilities force fed examples emulate driving us away nausea sickens festers guilty herd lies to itself reassures itself strangles herd dark amorphous dangerous realm rage rules mold brains sheep confused twisted chaotic hunks rots stinking cranial flesh no one dare deviate for fear of reprisal exclusion isolation hiding within the belonging another herd many herds recognizable herds complete with cowboys cowgirls attack herd dogs concrete situation lives presence converted prison engulfs frustration powerlessness only by identification with dominant faction of herd only with this mediated experience of power an illusion of power can life attain meaning actualization purpose only through seduction does one become free late evening dark outside gaze out window see lighted windows across courtyard reflection television shines in window my reflection sit there look into the eyes examine the face texture coloration hair long front messy dark hair dark shirt encases hunched over thin male can no longer hear the voices shut them off disconnect from system consent manipulation escape situation herd war it remains all remains ever voracious amount of dissent it can incorporate as raw material within its own systematic articulation music chaotically dances within the discipline of the score words no longer matter being swept into the movement of sound streams blurs of images emotive terrorism weakens those attempting to break out from all points entrapped within the shock troops of narrow obedience submission another retired general how novel how novel ... become confused must listen must participate some way empathic guilt tempts me people slaughtered burnt alive private interests western rich orgy rape simultaneous another way to kill two birds with one stone nauseated by my complicity watch participate bystander consume spectacle rape murder genocide roll cigarette laughing hysterically demonically set cigarette at edge of table grab two toothpicks will place them between eyelids keep force eyelids open constantly will not miss any of the coverage this will be my participation my praxis posture my body masochistically towards television inviting the manipulative disinformation venomous mindless terroristic advertising this is mine i have meaning here as a consumer & a herd animal i am needed i am given a purpose a reason for living jacking off to the technical discourse of genocide grow demented naming the toothpicks one bill on the right hillary on the left begin to rub hillary until she pokes out my left eye scream in ecstasy as the storm in the gulf surges through my being in my own mind i become the war in the gulf visceralized as a physical war against myself chop off each of the fingers on my right hand mix bleach with ammonia send out clouds of noxious chemical vapors shove bloody stump of hand into mixture breathe in gas! choke cry spit blood set fire to chemical burns off my face skin bubbles resin searing flesh smell my body burning see the antiseptic face of the newscaster wishing the head a good day
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