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Sign the Casualty Book
"I expected something pathological, but I did not expect the depth, the  violence,
the almost  intolerable beauty of the disease."
Kurt Vonnegut;
Cat's Cradle bb
THESE PAGES ARE FOR ALL YOU RIGHTEOUS PATHOLOGICALS, ICONOCLASTS, MATURE PESSIMISTS, FREE THINKERS: THE  DAGGERS IN THE SIDE OF HYPOCRITES EVERYWHERE; REGARDLESS OF YOUR GEOGRAPHY, RACE, CREED, RELIGION (OR LACK OF ONE!):
Take the LID off your ID,
Have a look
INSIDE
And Decide -
Are
YOU ON THE BUS!
or
OFF THE BUS?
              ' We are not productive  anymore, they don't need us to make things anymore, it's all automated. 
              What are we for then?  We're consumers. 
              Okay, buy a lot of stuff, you're a good citizen.
              But if you don't buy a lot of stuff, you know what?  You're mentally ill!
              That's a fact!  If you don't buy things...toilet paper, new cars, computerized blenders, electrically operated sexual devices...
                     (getting hysterical)
                    SCREWDRIVERS WITH MINIATURE BUILT-IN
                RADAR DEVICES, STEREO SYSTEMS WITH
                BRAIN IMPLANTED HEADPHONES, VOICE-
                                                   ACTIVATED COMPUTERS, AND...'        Jeffrey Goines, 
12 Monkeys

I, the Nail Bomb

I, the nail bomb:
Reactive, pro-active, non-specific and not pacific,
No negotiation possible � sound familiar?
I cannot be marketed �Claymore�,
Not Branded like a sacred cow for slaughter.

I, the nail bomb:
Tear off the masks,
Show intestines,
Remind of ancient hatred
Dark hearts, two faces, fork tongues
Engender.

I, the nail bomb:
Shredding illusions
Delusions of grandeur,
I unconventionally
Fuck false icons;
Meglomania weeps red in my breath.

Nail bombs are:
Nobel plastique, (shi-ite � is that organic?)
And of course, nails, brought by mail
Nameless, faceless, man-made,
Is that why you�re afraid?

You can close your eyes and mind
To the poor world's suffering wails,
You can block your ears
To sobbing trails of free trade tears,
But my savage message can�t be ignored;
I, the nail bomb
To a street near you,
Right outside your door.

I am not superficial, though small, yes, and but one.
I am the booby trap in the supermarket
Human race 
Threatening to bear your veiled
Human face,
Are you afraid? Of course. But why?
Because I am the nail bomb, and
you made I.

                                           
Nick Peace, October 1
Embrace your pathology.
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