Monday, February 9, 2009

Hospital Psychotics 3

OUR COMPUTER PRINTED OUT A MEMO
IT SAYS[

why hello
sitting in the darkness
it's been everything but a silent night outside. 8 billion people are living and dying. we're all trying to pretend that we know what we're doing, where we're going.
none of us do.
not even:
your fake ness
nailed to the dartboard
scream down the point score
let your voice be heard
scream down the copy-cat artifact of language
mimic the mockery downsize the mountain
machine-mind so kind to disease-find healing-sublime in me in you in me falling from an open in a something that is shapeless shape in fact a pitch nailed to the
portal pasted onto the dartboard cover up the
loser's scores
and replace with the
high ice-cream city singing espionage prostitutes
microphones in their boots whispering, precisely
the channel your secrets are ARE ALL LOOSE
city barons bankrupt your safe-haven

won't you hold

keystrokes she almost choked
cry of ecstasy
full of meaning! full of meaning! she's free! she's free!
(she moves her leg away from me)
(i can feel the microphone so tightly woven in the skin)
(the barons spy is lost in the lie of)
(pretending she's a beautiful woman on bed in the sea)

nevermind: unlost un foun d

ectsa

see



see


me

won't you hold the door for your

won't you hold the door for Karen?
let her into your safe-haven?
let her see the maghony wood and the crystal windows and the hey she smashed it hey she bashed it hey the tears are coming down in a torrent did someone release a flood this blood is fake are you some kind of machine pretending to be me?

HI

"oh no, the mirror spoke"

"i hit it hard, square - it broke"

"but the shards still cut me and i bled out on the bed"

He's laying there lying there thinking he's dead lying there laying there she's crawling in bed he's laying there lying she's laying not lying this is really who she is she'll watch you bleed out..

..you stiffed the whore
..karen's army busted your glass house up good

spy goes haywire fullstop restart can i retract what i say i dont always mean to be so keen on what causes everyone to insist on her as the best lay

but i can tell that:

her breasts and eyes in the photograph
got everyone here really fast
with half the men darting themselves into her bed

..it was easy pickings to clean out their heads.

(and find out what it means to be a mind inside the cityman built up from gold dust and let down)

I MEAN BURIED UNDERGROUND FROM THE START THE SUN SHINED ON THEIR DAMNED LIVES (OUR DAMNED LIVES)
I DONT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE CITY DAM
I DONT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE MAYOR MAN
I DONT SEND A MAN TO KAREN AND
I DONT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE SECRET ART OF
PULLING GLASS HOUSES APART

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