"GRAVY FOR YOUR BRAIN!" – Conspiracy Theory (1997)
Tig slism, me gorg te-mutie? – shaka-broog, shaka-now.
Zurgian tuz, mi glempt to gat.
Ikour, pen det. Fergimme sploy? – Yer toog di goon.
Borizon en-slev, iz-te, iz-te. Dooz-te et mel, per gormick, per gromet. Yi siy, eblo shoob mor. Beste net, endoou forg.
SKABEN, bu dord.
SKABEN, tet nottly.
Skaben cumi fy dim towald, ver gimmiler.
“Making vegetables taste like meat? – a cringe too far.” – Dr. Freckles
“Propaganda is generally constructed on the solid bedrock of irony.” – Dr. Freckles
“You see a problem, I see a plenitude of personal failures.” – Dr. Freckles
“People: they look so cute, when they’re not trying to kill you.” – Dr. Freckles
“We need not fear the unknown, we are already in its jaws.” – Dr. Freckles
“Your bowl will get smaller, but the lies will get bigger.” – Dr. Freckles
In 2015 I began seeing two worlds … a world of fire and flame, hidden below a thin veneer of Potemkin bullshit … so I wrote an essay, on a long dead blog, of warning – telling people shit would start going sideways in about 5 years …
I saw three cranes, while riding on the street car, in September 2019 …
They looked like 3 crosses on a hill, where a great redemption once occurred …
When I saw this, I new it was time – to tell my friends, the world is about to tip over.
I saw a “virus” that hated Lombardy, Italy – but loved Little Saigon Seattle … it did not obey Brownian motion … but it did tell us to put the lotion, on our hands, or else we’d be locked down again … the flue went away, but it would return one day … like an old friend, from an old lie.
I saw a “riot” guided by rubber cones …
I saw “commies” guarded by cops … allowed to live in CHOP … a little sop from the Seattle government, and other operators massaging the youth …
I saw an “Orange King” get chased by an old buffoon …
I saw the drebly folk bow down before their gods, as the stimulus checks and PPP were unleashed … like Ron Jeremy in Panama City circa 1974 …
I saw a WAR with RUSSIA that seemed like our trip to the “moon” …
And in all the shadows? – I saw AI make fake films and songs and poems and conversations.
How many hidden predators might exist, not discovered by, nor discoverable by humans?
How many dead are really just prey to things we can’t see?
Can you see what I mean?
What if I saw the cave people of Capitol Hill, play pretend at revolution – according to the FBI’s will?
What if I saw a blank chalkboard, not writing, no reading, no healing, no truth … just an empty question, something lost from youth?
I see tempest queens, real mean, driving space cars to MARS … and drinking MOON BEER in the bars …
I see hooker-nightmares, driving old Chevy cars, down by the sandbar … where you were conceived.