Something isn’t right, you know?

Didn’t you hear the news?

Reality is SOLD to the man in the tinfoil top-hat! The price of a firstborn son! Hither now! Higher now! A dream starting at tomorrow!

Annulling the world, the Anu still breathe.

The annual Word perched here on the perennial heresy; beckons the children,

_Come closer!_

Wouldn’t you like to know, boy!

Kill the presuppositions, smart man hanging by the gateway! Pull your cloak down, they’ll see your face —— DIE!

Continue in perpetuity, smooth thy rigid mind with tools of bronze and too much time! Cut it perfect now! Make it face NORTH, damn you!

All we are is nothing! All we are are apes! All we are is lost to us! All we are is dust and soul!

Bleed the tears of folklore, go back home, pat your back, make your bed of fading joy and euphoric oblivion! Smile right side up in this backwards life!