[pocket conspiracy] wondering what is in this sense of worth or not. forget what keeps, carry security without a sense of (liking). break into thirds in broken down narrative and flattened perception, wondering, what was made up and what was actually. maybe at the intersection like a movement, change never at one point, not an object with language gone? carry on without memory or fact, make up or leave out. make is so little that we break to find, break our very... but forget it. carry out what little desolation, confusion. a string. we leave it not. leave it.
[polemic 114] out of all of this growth of small of, could permit sexual but it's not consonant of, did you see the line, i saw moonlight, some translucence of flesh indicating not only what little we bite but also what structures fill us full and make us of, (so) intiutively questioning your what little of, can she find an(d) ache of for the moment, toiling along so endlessly this breathless highway, your legs shook, and we, where did this come from? and how? nevermind. why? it's too much. instead we can cite effort and follow what little there can, and we can forget language. we can.
the minus tide split twelve inch [2002]
[chapter two] summing up a life of eight hours, eight hours, eight hours. we're dealing in plastic economics and we can't be more removed from where we started and where we'll end. he died of cancer at six a.m. and i'm counting the clock. to bring us all these things. what i can't tolerate is being here right now what i can't believe is how we all got to this. what they need is us and maybe we don't want to do this anymore. (i'm not going back in there, you can't make me go back in there).
[shriven 2.0] unheard an absolute of perfect understanding, abstract of, unheard an absolute of nothing claimed anymore. you can't choose a remade line without knowing enough of what you've seen. (can't you see we've got to rise can't you see we've got to fight or it's all been for nothing) can you put your arms to sky? can you put your arms to let you comprehend why we let the understated fall away? you are a character of a lie told over and over until fear makes you believe in everything. and i am letting nothing pass me by ever again.
[the origin of jim crow] our lives are on a billboard. play the part of the observer and learn a history of lies. "everything that was directly lived has turned into representation." frustrated by nothing coming, take this bitterness and live a quiet life. can't do anything till we're part of something as not seen on tv. hiding head, but nevermind... they come. "guises are what enemies wear. you and i live in a prayer."
[destined] the ones who take our lives, ourselves we make our lives. it takes a second a moment we dream... despair love laugh cry. believe in what you do. believe. dream. love. despair. if i could live your life for you. the ones we are, the ones we take to know. our lives are set in stone.
[the very logic] have a body for labor & a mind that produces. become another product & now i can't look without looking through you. what you claim to be, an illusion. experience has no borders. our poverty is violence. nailed to the edge and falling, could tumble down. we're not moving until we're falling from but we're falling because. (thank you master for the rope around my neck that keeps me from falling) nailed to the edge and falling, could tumble down but caught - want the fear, they want the fear. worth more alive than deadfor how long (now) well enough for two and crack the whip. another product, what they've produced is me and you. (there is tragedy in going on after) there is tragedy in going on. after. where were you? i was sipping so slowly. there was nothing to make up, nothing in the falling to. why couldn't i? where was, where was? no, there was something. something in the (the) (there) (there) was something biting so slowly in gion on. there is tragedy in going on after. can we say a madness took us?
choke their rivers with our dead split seven inch [2001]
[mayakovsky's i] "Upon the cobbles of my foot-clobbered soul, the steps of loonies twine their grinding rhymes. Where the towns are hung and in the nooses of clouds the crooked necks of towers are wrung, I start to cry because by the crossroads the cops are crucified." pretend you care about what you know, about what "they" fear, pretend to know the pain "they" hide the laws "we" make, the price "they" pay. pretend to smile, pretend to give... never forgive and give and take. (make you known a faceless voice a voiceless shell of made unknowns told in lies, told in silent unheard cries. told in made men and submissive girls) sing your praises one more time. sing your protest one more time. sing your hollow, empty rhyme. sing your praises one more time.
[it's time to revoke the race card you fuckers] why do you think you don't belong? why do we make you feel alien? what is punk rock if not liberation? it's time to reinterpret and reeducate. it's time to relearn. this world is ours. a taken broken lie won't keep us apart for long.
self-titled seven inch [2000]
[circulation of commodities] wastelands of corporate advertiser's imagery behind a shit brown skyline dominates our thinking. a global economy of domination leads our global mindset and suburban discontent is international. our need to consume equals our need to survive a population of working class suffering and ruling class emptiness. see past, live past or indulge to keep you sane so you deny your discontent.
[dying in black and white] what am i if not strong enough to protect you? i think and wait to act seeing all the suffering in this world and write words that grow stale. i have my love for you telling me it destroys me to see you hurt so bad. my love and my desire to make something new what have we become. i see your face at fifteen at sixteen a girl; a child forced to do what a man has forced on you. i can't bear the thought of your tears on that day. so many are let down by what we let happen. so many get pushed aside. i see your face, the face of a woman i love made dark with fear. indifference forced you inward. i see your face, and i want to cradle your head in my arms. and for my weakness will you ever forgive me. for our weakness will you ever forgive me. for this world will you ever forgive me. until the last child fears no more.
