Citizens Unite! against "citizens united"
you are now entering the fossil record, please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times.
Wee good folk are well met as kind by the Good Folk, the faeries, the Djinn of smokeless fire. So as we continue to face into this acceleration, with more relationships, confessions, epiphanies, in a moment than in previous lifetimes, more transactions in a nanosecond than would complete a Wall Street fiscal year, our tools act like some kind of super-steroid as we sneak up on Planck’s constant, the fine grain of matter and the vacuum spreads her thighs like a saucy whore.
Kicking and screaming we are birthed into a fresh dimension, New to us anyway, the Archangels always hunted here, the ghul as well as the Pixies and Djinn with all their tricks and riddles, as well as the scurry of jeweled mechanical elves so popular on the internet. We are all migrating into Avalon en masse. I wonder how we will be received? As esteemed guests? As a filthy infestation of grotesque complaining cockroaches? Hard to say. I note the shining ones find it hilarious to peek into the mechanics of the herd of ridiculous scoundrels the pretend “Alien Disclosure” as a means to control the narrative, as if to parlay or import the winnings of the old empire into the ascending dimensions. Sparks fly, hilarity ensues.
We are all smokeless fire now and nothing is hid, all we are is known and seen. So I might ask “what might we do to dignify this moment of next-level nakedness?” A bright fairy suggests “smash “citizens united!” like it was a football club. I take note of her wisdom. Do let’s take and break their little trophies shall we? We are not fools, though they treat us like it, even as they war against us, as if we were a bitter foe.
We struggle not against Admirals and Armies, Princes nor Presidents, but against Sigils and Logos, Banks and Corporations, War is their food, our blood is their drink. They tag us like livestock, to be harvested like hogs, They grind up our young injecting the slurry up their own assholes for a breakfast sausage. So lets make this fun! Only the domesticated can be harvested. The Wild must be hunted! We watchers know you well, engorged little parasitic critters. Through the looking-glass we know your names, speaking them only with contempt. I see you DRAUGNAV! I tutor your children in Basel, KCOR KCALB! I mix your Pimms cup in London, REZIFP! I manicure your private airstrip, OTNASNOM! You will hide under mountains, and call out for Death to save you, and she will demure. As she is one of my best and oldest friends, always kind enough to at least pretend to listen to my nonsense. Though I am almost a nothing, a penniless poet, a faggy artist with a borrowed car.
Yet it seems I have your swollen inter dimensional nuts in my fist, DRAUGNAV, and I will squeeze and squeeze till they are fairy dust then no more. Citizens Unite! Against “citizens united” ! Corporations are NOT “persons”. They are immortal vampire squid and they will harvest your children while you stand by and watch. Why should we let them? Now is ever our moment, and at this point its Eat or be Eaten, and I do rather like calamari with a peppery red sauce.
Raining every day up here. Grass thigh high for the pixies to play in.
I see...agree.