Time drips and flows and ebbs like the implosion of an atom bomb, wholly unattainable. That was yesterday.
Today? Wake up and sense the corrosion, see it unfold around.
How timeless life is, the trail of existence both preceding and sure to elapse forthwith.
Some one hundred years ago a reincarnation of myself could have passed this stone tower before me, walking in the driving rain.
Today I drive past it in utopia, Tomorrow?
This is the circle of life, my soul or not. Here we are caught unknowing in this hologram- it is irrelevant, simply because this life will procreate.
Humanity will change and does change within every circumvicular moment, every particle rotation, because maybe that’s all this is, some big glorious neutronical tennis match.
Some balls hit the net, some get the ace, throw-in egos and the need to survive, make the powers that intend to be the ‘Tennis Racket’.
How about a little bit of lust, an ode to slavery?
Draw your line in history, forget your opinions.
Maybe you will see how futile each and every existence is?
John Lennon the new Messiah!! John Lennon the New Messiah!!
You who stand preaching there, what be thee message??
The Good Lord??
The Buddah???
The Ali of all Alis?
Who will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger?????
Quentin could be my Tennis Racket.
Who could be yours? Rub your eyes and awaken.
Take your head from that book, or that broken record.
Play your own tennis… breath immortal atoms, breathe deeply and forget the fiction, that clock is a-ticking and none of us are going back, just further, deeper in our own web of conscious reality.
Deeper is the course of humanity, distillation and crystallisation of all the sects!! Sect!! Insect!! Those most likely to survive the apocalypse?
Can’t you see how we are the puppets on the string- Pay your dues boy!
I ain’t saying its not all wrong but but it ain’t all right?
Cold slaughter can’t be right can it?
Look at the previous incarnations of life and make that difference, take that emotive step.
Make good.
Behold those secret weapons that all the mechanisms of control reside under, pull back the curtains laid upon on our reality, open up the world and open humanity.
9th August 2011
“The London Riots”
Buenos Aires
