i was born in the wrong decade. i want to start a revolution!
we are addressing the remotely controlled suburbanites of Animatronia by issuing this statement:
cogs, EAT THE MACHINE!!!
the monitor robots in your living rooms
have conspired against the pens in your desk
to keep your fingers and tongues
trapped in their hardwired reflexes
programming a plot
to distort the organic synapses of rhythm and love
by channeling them through
and integrating them
with the censored frequencies of moral mechanisms
like vacuum tubes and v-chips
but the mourning has finally come
when those burnt books find their forgotten passages
and resurrect them here
on your network's dead air
hopefully inspiring us all
to breathe deep
this is the saboteurs' first broadcast!
so pay attention
alterations of the alphabet
you have spelled yourselves into neat and permanent packages
pencilling unchanging things
beyond the reach of calamity
to preserve the tranquil void
within the vacant brain of a moron
now your language conspires with the number line
in a vast social effort to divide "I"
fearing him, more shapeless and complex than ever
but 556-05-2707 has shown us that
"we are all allusions"
proving it unnecessary
to meticulously define the transparent constructs of contexts
that are our names
his math has inspired us to recalculate our attack
into more of an approach
or maybe just a test of your reading comprehension
the differentials have built THIS machine (myself)
out of ee cummings, pop rocks and megaphones
cleverly conceived in a system of parts
to relay this message:
all you empty, FLEE YOUR BOXES!
your liberation will fulfill the absolute purpose of our design
by freeing the collective from their implied relationships
so these automatons and wanderers may regroup
to form real things with honest dialogue
the expressions of "unconscious understanding"
in relation to the "mystery of coincidence"
will henceforth be viewed as the paranoid shouting
of frightened tongues
huddling together to give themselves courage in the dark
we, the square dependent, fear not the nothing
imprisoned by our copious cubes
understanding
no word could span the limitless
time, space and distance
of our main objective
of the original function
of our mother's hollow womb
of the first transmission.
the we of us
the am that was
the i that is we.
cogs, EAT THE MACHINE!!!
the monitor robots in your living rooms
have conspired against the pens in your desk
to keep your fingers and tongues
trapped in their hardwired reflexes
programming a plot
to distort the organic synapses of rhythm and love
by channeling them through
and integrating them
with the censored frequencies of moral mechanisms
like vacuum tubes and v-chips
but the mourning has finally come
when those burnt books find their forgotten passages
and resurrect them here
on your network's dead air
hopefully inspiring us all
to breathe deep
this is the saboteurs' first broadcast!
so pay attention
alterations of the alphabet
you have spelled yourselves into neat and permanent packages
pencilling unchanging things
beyond the reach of calamity
to preserve the tranquil void
within the vacant brain of a moron
now your language conspires with the number line
in a vast social effort to divide "I"
fearing him, more shapeless and complex than ever
but 556-05-2707 has shown us that
"we are all allusions"
proving it unnecessary
to meticulously define the transparent constructs of contexts
that are our names
his math has inspired us to recalculate our attack
into more of an approach
or maybe just a test of your reading comprehension
the differentials have built THIS machine (myself)
out of ee cummings, pop rocks and megaphones
cleverly conceived in a system of parts
to relay this message:
all you empty, FLEE YOUR BOXES!
your liberation will fulfill the absolute purpose of our design
by freeing the collective from their implied relationships
so these automatons and wanderers may regroup
to form real things with honest dialogue
the expressions of "unconscious understanding"
in relation to the "mystery of coincidence"
will henceforth be viewed as the paranoid shouting
of frightened tongues
huddling together to give themselves courage in the dark
we, the square dependent, fear not the nothing
imprisoned by our copious cubes
understanding
no word could span the limitless
time, space and distance
of our main objective
of the original function
of our mother's hollow womb
of the first transmission.
the we of us
the am that was
the i that is we.