Hold me UP...Hold me DOWN....White LIGHT....

It's so hard to wield power in this way...just takes an underhanded jackass to flip a light switch on and off, kind of like a strobe light, only less sophisticated. Just fine the jackasses scared of their shadow to join in on the shadow show...to celebrate the champion diddle skittle finger on the switch....You are the masters of the world...our victor laundering assholes...and yet we are still on a fucking rock spinning around fire...here, let me join in on the celebration as well....I'm farting as we speak....but not just any farting...I'm here to give you the gift you love to offer all...magical fart bubbles...they go POP! Like the stars on parade that don't fart of course because you've shoved a bedazzled dong up their aurora franklin.

It's ELECTRIC, MICKEY TRICKY ICKY...Dualized back-up...Was-Not Was...Dinosuar Gun...The gun is the issue...The pulpit angels k(no)w...knowledge as silo, in flesh containers checkered about, bodies in the mirror learning to grow together in that fine superficial manner, not knowledge running through (She Bleeds) critically engaging matters...let us converse on the basis of embodied truth, like relative perspective, and do all to superficially "understand." We care so much, so long as we can have that fine look...MICKEY HAPPY....as for tracing the behavior with mindful rigor...these matters of process...more than seeing is believing that would preclude the air we breathe, the process doesn't exist, let alone ever become a priority. Just keep it all at the surface. Be a sentimental being, and disregard a meeting of the mind. The visual will be the basis of action like North Korea. Does she have the look?  Does the issue have the visual we need? These plays of association/dissassociation, association/disassociation...Wolf in sheep clothing/sheep in wolf clothing, Wolf in sheep clothing/Sheep in wolf clothing...you saw it LIVE on the television screen...the angel in the mirror, the polished pucker on the pulpit...LOOK....you can trust it all...REDRUM, REDRUM...it makes you feel good, right? That gun, just like the D.O.G...white light, shiny, happy...feels good (sentimental beings you are, subjects, no US Citizens), and yet grounding into a stabilizing basis for societal arrangement...no....just the typical play of a new rise to erect cosmetic authority in what was once Democracy, but now becoming democracy as a veneer...Irrational authority and beyond...much like word police assertions and beyond...to be free with such words and expression...we should  always worry what others will think and say...as...truth? relative truth? of which would assume....but that is too much thinking...and we see no hell in sight, so let the good times roll....all seems well at least...surely this is new territory and not a repeat of the same matter all over again...Patriarchy victory and that matriarchical concentration camp....again...and again...and again...just doll up the violence with visuals and pretend. Hold her up, hold her down, Up, Down, Up, Down, Up, Down....
 



WHITE LIGHT...it's all in the mirror, seeing is believing, the visual is your cue for understanding...what is going on, just look around, the violence isn't coming from the angels in the mirror at all...MICKEY....they rescue with hands dropping all the time...they are the agents of cosmetic glory, and of course, they always care with all the optimism they can muster in such an outward fashion...the are truly good people as you can observe for yourself....It's all at the surface, remember (he is...)...as for tracing the underhanded behavior...shhh...look at the TV...this mirror....the air you breathe, that doesn't exist, especially when everything is looking so bright, happy, and kind...We care in the cosmetic way you need...it feels good doesn't it! Feel....be the sentimental being we need you to be...Citizenry...I mean if it is a veneer for what makes you feel upbeat and excited...SHINE with us... Mickey is pointing...look...REDRUM...

Let us lurk about and interact with a language as embodied truth, because that is entirely rationalizing...therteresting. Here, read, surveil, gossip, rinse and repeat. Be  a good little North Korean soldier fighting for these American Freedoms that you can't even fathom at this point. North Korea is almost in play. Keeping going our happy little waxen nothing creatures...Feel good about it. Hang a fucking cross on it. Traditions as a veneer. It's so easy now. Our new masters understand our needs for convenience, so let us all go along to get along. It's going to "work out" just fine. 

And naturally there is that obvious alternative expected, simulacra revolution...a RAGE against the machine...get your hot topic T-Shirts today...or once upon a time, like in NYC...a need to pretend among the cartesian sieves....or maybe there is art, expressing, dance for example, and that way of interacting with the language in a rationalizing way...which isn't going to cater to promotions of mere sentiment, like were are reactive animals at the surface of our environment #TotalitarianpromotionsforAmerica. Be kind. Be happy. Take that bullshit back to North Korea love. Offer visuals to assert you are the process behind improvements...nope. Not the case, but for minds at the surface, the visual is all they need. As for the matters of process sparking that push...she doesn't exist, "remember," HE IS! a language of embodied truth and beyond... rationalizing process...I mean, when you have eyes to the surface and irrationalizing embodiment measure...fuck it...thinking with any rigor is just too fucking hard, SMILE! We are ignorant bullshit in the know, yet again. We will seize the visual and fuck her again, and again...it's all going down as we speak...we got this!