to seem true and concerned
they prove nothing but lies
cast them out
relentlessly reel our minds to the robotic hive
communicate what does not exist
as being deeply dear
sensual
web of days and nights
hanging in front of our eyes
spider-like splinter
mercilessly cutting through visions of death and life
I do not walk on my head
even if I could
but to them, I surely do
pose a challenge
and thus am in need of being drastically rearranged
low-frequency spine moderates function of my brain
dissonance feeds on flesh
and if I burn my skin in the process
they will say it is all there
glittering and beautiful as always
bricks are born oval square
ever is just an illusion
normal is sick
abnormal fresh and young
fountains
trees
laughter are rotten
like milk teeth and oral sex
cooling is warming
sin brings happiness
the planet is a globe
the globe is so plain I see no end to boundaries
confusion is god
schism the only path they propose
let’s make both sides furious
faces unrecognizable
and call our labors
weapon of mass antagonism