Tuesday, July 17, 2007

DoomsDayManifesto

we are DoomsDayDevice because we mean what we say,

we are DoomsDayDevice because we worship
 the same destruction that we fear,

we are DoomsDayDevice because we speak the language 
of The Poxyclypse and understand it.

we are DoomsDayDevice because we know what The End sounds like.

we are that mysterious, indescribable substance  that has taken on the shape 
of the treads of your shoe, 
that you thought you'd scraped out and left behind, 
but somehow was there with you all along,

stealing away ignorant bliss 
and replacing it with constant awareness of the inevitable.

we are the ghosts of dinosaurs 
burning in the engines of Hybrids

on their way to Alternative Fuel Seminars, 
causing only a small fraction of the pollution,

choking the world just a little bit softer,
with kinder, gentler hands 

wrapped in the same dollar bills 
as their adversary's.

we are the self-imposed glitch in the DNA-Chain
 of the human race. 

an undetectable pandemic 
that is communicable through the imagination, 

and destroys the receptors of the disorienting buzzing
 you didn't even know was there. 

even as it manipulated your perception of reality.

we are the nonsense you were told to grow out of.

we are that horrible taste 
that you purposely placed back in your mouth
 just to experience again.

we are that thing that makes no sense
 yet still exists right behind you,

waiting for you to look. 

right now.

look.

now.

we are the collective, unconscious appeal
 to the creator,

to the giant, objective eyeball on the other side of the microscope,
TO JUST PULL THE FUCKING PLUG
 IF YOU ALREADY KNOW THE OUTCOME

OF THIS BULLSHIT EXPERIMENT!
GIVE THE MONKEYS ONE SECOND'S WORTH 
OF DIGNITY!
 or, at least,
give us a chance to start over.
we didn't know this time counted.
now we know.  

peace...or the extreme lack there-of, wz3d