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23:02 Henry David Thoreau
He
was a nice boy kind and gentle merciful doing miracles at first then
preaching parables but they scourged then paraded him though streets
of indifference in tattered robe around His waist bloody bearing the
cross arm tied across his shoulders to indicate his fate then
erected upon the vertical to humiliate further naked He no diaper
or panties wore so in the very end his sphincters relaxed urine and
feces and blood and all poured.
He
was a nice boy but I am not from me flames and asteroids are
expelled excreted all orifices in one archetypical dream a stone
scraping back gloom inhabited grave we He and me were chained to a
barren tree no bark no limbs by our wrists He looked at me terrified
his diminutive slender scared body brown eyed broken bruised Semitic
broken nose not weeping but horrified
No
I am not the Antichrist merely His brother for whom I came having
never left to make sure His death not in vain or jest Pray thee our
parent is more merciful than I
"It
is not a man's duty, as a matter of course, to devote himself to the
eradication of any, even the most enormous wrong; he may still
properly have other concerns to engage him; but it is his duty, at
least, to wash his hands of it, and, if he gives it no thought
longer, not to give it practically his support. If I devote myself to
other pursuits and contemplations, I must first see, at least, that I
do not pursue them sitting upon another man's shoulders."
--Henry David Thoreau --On the Duty of Civil Disobedience
Upon
rediscovery first impulse to retroactively abort any and all
associates and families man woman & child backwards &
forwards to expunge the genes of those who would profit the
desecration of Walden Pond leaving access to only the rich leaving
neither name nor monument their having ever been behind locked gate
communities . . . American Eden?
Beware
a Jester playing the fool popping pimples on posteriors of rulers for
they may well receive not a Fleet but an Napalm enema We are legions
and our names are PTSD a World Wide Web union to you who would censor
us Anonymous
Give
us Liberty or Death for we would be slave to no Man bowed
"Must
then a Christ perish in torment in every age to save those that have
no imagination?"
--George
Bernard Shaw
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2012 by Jack Spratt All Rights Reserved
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