Piscean Punk Poetiks From The Lake Of Fire

Determined to discover their parent’s special recipe, curious disgruntled officials fell in lust with the divine computer in the sky. While empires stepped on their workers calloused hands, a murderer named superstition nominated six for the committee of the damned. All the positions to be had are connected, and we create more to avoid becoming neglected. The universe is still mostly ending one minute at a time but we are changing. Welcome to a life at disconnect. Fear is the mind killer and symbolic violence has always painted the thumb bearing down on our backs. The seemingly ever-present monumental mirror image of a direct threat forms a fundamental dimension of power, and this starving hostage situation tends to increase in importance over time. We are taught that all societies make necessary progress in the establishing of various institutional limits to the arbitrary exercise of physical violence. A nation of citizens afraid are more easily carved out of wood and shaped i...

Jane found that anyone can learn to avoid all the social climbing around them. Some people find ordinary everyday reaching out and falling over all together repulsive and frightening. All that organised noise and haphazardly swarming human traffic. The same shifting stumbling blocks of segmented time. The same old work routines crying out in their death throes for the fast death of irrelevance. The same families of pirate economists seeding disasters to reinvigorate psychodrama induced starvation shock tactics. Poverty is not your friend nor is it a set of circumstances. Poverty is a ravenous weapon of mass destruction.  Desire is a biofuel, not a virus born of lust for distraction.  Fear is not an excuse and boredom makes a lousy noose..  Jania found herself in a god-damn job as a political assassin and went hunting for a mark.  Six months later, after she bagged her first Nazi pope ,  Jania rewarded herself with a holiday on Mars. 

The banks were grounded in the meat grinder,  their roots sucking dry the sign language in the garden.  Savagely censoring stories of spatial symbiosis,  we still seek security and sell each other submission in separation.  Every embryo eventually expected and engineered entirely,  enslaved to equations that encourage entropic ecological ecstasy,  entitled to an empire’s excesses and eventual endtrip.   There is a monster buried under every segmented square of stolen land.  The bankers weren’t busy. The binary eventually builds its own babies.  The drones take many forms.  Harvest time has been labelled the descent of man and the pre-processed ashes of empires.  The scribes are drones, self-propelled and unaware.  The children of history are whirling dervishes,  they are the coming storm,  spinning faster and faster every time.   ~ Audry Autonomy 

"I saw the sun setting over empire and was illuminated, yet still, the resulting darkness almost swallowed me whole. Saving myself, I painted my face and embraced the apocalypse, soon discovering that this was not a controlled collapse...Love hates "free trade". The force-fed illusion of necessary constant competition is one of the company's standard issue defence mechanisms. If you think about it, the walls are paper thin. Cut and paste. Stir and taste. Put down the sickle and tend the grass roots. Your love is a given. Your anger is a gift. Open your hands and make a fist... ...Sweating the bitter soul juice and overcome by reason and familiarity, you’ll fall over trying to see past the activist right...So hyperational they cannot be bored. They’ll fix your head ‘till you’re stiff as a board. They’re selling you out because they don’t love whores and they’ll avert their eyes when you’re broken and sore. Have the proponents of ...

"The most important thing to remember about drunks is that drunks are far more intelligent than non-drunks- they spend a lot of time talking in pubs, unlike workaholics who concentrate on their careers and ambitions, who never develop their higher spiritual values, who never explore the insides of their head like a drunk does." ~ Shane McGowan

"With the introduction of sedition laws all those years ago, the dissemination of information and ideas through media and written language is the new skateboarding of Australia. Just about everything else has been assimilated into either mainstream or hipster culture; writing is about the only activity left that hasn't had its soul sucked out and turned into a fashion label or branded across the forehead of some sycophant shithead in overtight jeans covered in dumpster juice." ~ Raf LêPfäft De'Kaf

MOLOCH! Did you see a poor soldier lamenting? MOLOCH! Go fuck yourself with production! Don't tell me, with this-that-them theory with your pre-written history "That painted poetry song thats protest against our established aesthetic in craft." when its your institution and it dont feed me nothing but ghosts! You're in my eyes! Cant you see I know your place? You who maintain the filter that pollutes the rivers! Words weep what how when I need to signposts collide with senses visionary now carved, not evolution art mimicry of my mother/father poets birds bats babes of the abyss bricks of the pantheon together cats too and mother dingo we conspire, blood singing and tearing our clothes off consuming our self, this self also spitting out flesh of patron saints. HOLY! HOLY! HOLY! Is our visionary poetry! So go fuck yourself with your sensible traditions of work and death and hero (who is martyr you need for routine) and progressive style-theories of silence! ~ Audry ...