“I sit here before my computer, Amiguita, my altar on top of the monitor with the Virgen de Coatlalopeuh candle and copal incense burning. My companion, a wooden serpent staff with feathers, is to my right while I ponder the ways metaphor and symbol concretize the spirit and etherealize the body. The Writing is my whole life, it is my obsession. This vampire which is my talent does not suffer other suitors. Daily I court it, offer my neck to its teeth. This is the sacrifice that the act of creation requires, a blood sacrifice. For only through the body, through the pulling of flesh, can the human soul be transformed. And for images, words, stories to have this transformative power, they must arise from the human body--flesh and bone--and from the Earth's body--stone, sky, liquid, soil. This work, these images, piercing tongue or ear lobes with cactus needle, are my offerings, are my Aztecan blood sacrifices.” ― Gloria E. Anzaldúa, Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Your Happiness is Our Business

~We interrupt your daily programming to bring you a friendly message~ 



     A vast neuro-network of widespread contamination has been slowly seeping its leeching tentacles into the collective brain. Scentless as odor-eliminating aerosol sprays, this complex organism makes its seemingly invisible encroachment further and deeper into the air and water we consume1.


    On Mondays it makes way through the a.m. alarm clock and into radio and tv advertisement. Everyone becomes effectively gridlocked in smog and noise while pointing a finger at one another and speaking in tongues. In reality, they're possessed by the heavy metal machine. Possessed by an obsession toward effective dissemination of the invisible presence perfectly executed over the past 5 decades (maybe more) which has polluted virtually everything – animate and inanimate.


     Household toxic management programs implemented by official in suits actively seek out extermination of deadly substances manufactured by the Waste industry; a clever tactic deployed by SamIam (yes we will have radioactive green eggs and ham). Sam that greasy soiled diaper mildew producing pest – honcho of fruit-fly moth-eaten sewage system of live and active cultures, exhaling commercial air fresheners that coat nasal passages that masks smells and deaden nerve cells & fibers; heavy soil; heavy air; dead air; heavy water; heavy metal machine.


     On Tuesdays the structure subsumes itself with razor-blade precision by growing completely implemented into the aero-electromagnetosphere; a virtuoso could not orchestrate a superior symphony. By Friday and Saturday, many provisionally primed individuals render unto lucid amnesia; the type of living that demands sleepwalking until one forgets they're dreaming in a socially engineered motorpsycho nightmare. Pay the ticket; all's well; your happiness is our business. 


Along with a daily dosage of permissible software applications, a continual fight for a pre-emptive surrender of mind and body is being waged regularly via daily programming schedules. Please be sure to tune into your local pleasure centers and be sure to take a dose of pain-o and discomfort-o avoider pill. thank you : )
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1I'm not crazy; I've got evidence. I perpetually hear a voice in my mind that is not mine. This infectious plasmatic fungus sends subversive signals that make me think my own body and voice antagonize me, how? By implanting thoughts not mine. My body feels the septic intrusion. I think I am therefore I think therefore etc.
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