War Cry

I have left you for aeons
I have left you for the comfort of love
I have left you for a three-year guarantee of happiness
I have left you

I will try to get you back
by the river bend bursting with melati fronds.
I will get you back
before the boatman calls.

I will get you

There will be no grievance from me
No old socks soaked with dew
No staring at the clear moon
No more crystal curtains

No
Not from me

This time I mean it
Yes, sirree.
I will not let death's dream kingdom
get me in my sleep.
I will not let it get me
on the prow of my black ship.

Not I

Sage Advice

'If you don't wanna die
when you get to Marathon,

don't run.'

how to get the krispy kreme of the krop in yr life to rise to the top

BOXING & COOLING        <-------        GLAZING        ------->        FUCKING

                <-------      FLIPPING      <-------      COOKING      <-------      PROOFING

                                                                      <-------      MIXING & EXTRUDING      ------->

The General Theory of Unemployment, No Interest and No Money

the beginning of laissez-faire, or economic possibilities for our grand llamas
mikael johani
 
'miles away in lima
i cocked the tip of my peruvian hat
to a shadow of you
in the corner of a deserted market'



the measure of ego: an inquiry into the index numbers of its self-inflation:
mikael johani and nicholas agafonoff

agaforce
sounds like ... you were remembering someone who no longer is ... very lonely it feels

mikalejohain
i was just trying to get her to hire my llama

agaforce
i don't get that
are you just kidding
what's a llama

mikalejohain
its those half donkey half ostrich animals they use as couriers

agaforce
i see, so you are selling llamas
the shadow is a potential customer
maybe a tourist from distant seas

mikalejohain
maybe

agaforce
and there is some despair because the marketplace is poor

mikalejohain
globalization and things

agaforce
and the tourist becomes a strange spiritual creature that the locals loathe but have to prostitute themselves and their culture to in order to subsist

mikalejohain
most kids wear baseball hats now
thrown away their fedoras

agaforce
there's co-creation in post-modernity

mikalejohain
yep whoring is a lonely life

agaforce
i like that you take the position of the llama seller
it evokes a whole other subjective experience that is remarkably detailed and sympathetic
quite political too in a beautiful and precise way

where is the madness that you promise me, where is the dream for which ive paid dearly ?*

ive spent too much of my time

telling other peoples tales

this country

the cracks on its

concrete-blown surface

ive bitten too hard

into the mouthpiece

of my bards mask

there are splinters

buried deep all over

my tounge

time to spit the world out !

let me tell you some things

about myself:

i long

to get rid of all my friends

sometimes

so i can wander the streets

of this city

alone

see my heart

displayed in a thousand teletrons

around bunderan hi

its chambers of horrors

the girls ive abandoned in my life

slaving away in white night gowns

pumping pus

into my veins

i will watch them work

sipping tonkotsu broth

in the revolving restaurant of my heart

26 floors up

never closer to tian !

paradiso

sorga di bumi

i will smile

thinking of how much

ive relied on the kindness of others

for my happiness

and how ive never replied

in kind.

this will not be a long story

no season 2 for the weak-willed !

my life is short

and theres been no glory

only a million firecrackers

in the puffy hands of little children

running amok in the pure black sky of my soul

thanks dave eggers !

ive learnt a lot from your verbal acrobatics

however much i despise

you and your mcsweeneys cohorts !

i will re-read couples

and fantasize about all the possible affairs

i could have with girlfriends

boyfriends wives

husbands of friends

and friends of friends

i will destroy my life

over and over again !

but it will be okay

because everything will be in my head

and in the teletrons

2100 meters below

i see no evidence

of alive brain stem

or the careful calculation

of which path to take

stopping by woods

on a snowy evening

where is the the ?

i hate you robert frost !

even your name is cold

and 2100 meters above sea level

a pair of bamboo chopsticks

feel as heavy as

a fatty smoker's lung.

then i will take

the slowest elevator down

into the basement

of my petty

nit-picking

auto-hagiography.



* the magnetic fields, 'no one will ever love you', i like singing this song to myself, especially these lines

hapi a i u hu api ai ye hapi a i u hu aaah*

sometimes the feeling is right
untuk ditusuk dengan supit bambu
you fall in love for the first time
sendiri dengan bayanganmu

not for the first time

wake up now (wake up now)
im not your lollipop
hanky panky



* bpm: 120 (minimum)

All that he wants (I saw the sign) (Sendiri di rumah) It's a beautiful lie o ooo o ooo (He lives a lonely life)

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