A Schizophrenic Way Of Saying Things

I’d like to go home

but I have to go to the bathroom

and they won’t let me see the stars

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I’ll give you a doughnut

because I haven’t got anymore

toilet paper

I want to go to Disneyhome

but Mickey’s dead

God looks at me from the sky

I can see the eyes of

Atlantis

diaptych(right) :: mess-up N/N mess-age

Shut up! she said

I told her somebody stole

my bananas

the walls are missing

where did my feet go

I can smell your armpits, Mister

The hallway’s flooded with blood

because somebody farted

now the toilet smells like

home

Thousand Plateaus Drawing

When I comb my hair pieces

of wood fall out

My brother eats maggots with

his bare feet

My feet went home

Can I go too

I hear dogs calling my name

They don’t know the TV’s on

Oprah’s interviewing Justin Bieber’s

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diaptych(left) :: mess-up 1/1 mess-age

My mom’s in the audience

with her pet home on a leash

Jim Morrison is singing in my

ear

But I can’t hear the water

running     What?

Was that the doorbell

Someone let the table out

I want to go home

but the silverware left without me

Is it my fault the bed’s on fire

oh, it is

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I don’t sleep in a cloud full

of roses

Want to go outside and play

in the weeds

the roaches won’t care

They’re too busy picking curtains

at the supermarket

Go away but I lost 10 pounds

of home

Help me.

*Image Credits (all work used with permission through CC lisence)–
“cognitive-symptoms-of-schizophrenia-03” by Life Mental Health
“catatonic-schizophrenia-symptoms-01” by Life Mental Health
“Thousand Plateaus Drawing” by Magda Wojtyra
“diaptych(left) :: mess-up 1/1 mess-age” by Joel, Evelyn, Francois
“diaptych(right) :: mess-up N/N mess-age” by Joel, Evelyn, Francois

Laws of the Earth

 

Law.A rule of action prescribed by a superior, which an inferior is bound to obey: 36 C.J. 957

 

laws for atoms

laws for atoms (Photo credit: Will Lion)

What kind of world do we live in when sesame street has gone from ABCs and 123s to My Mommy/Daddy is in Prison and My Daddy/Mommy Broke a Law? How does this not scream crisis emergency epidemic to the world? How has humanity become so complacent that the existence of parents/people in prison has become so common place that Sesame Street has taken to incorporated it into their television programming and offering Incarceration Tool Kits. I’m not sure if that makes it better or makes it that much more tragic. It has become so normalized and such a standard (incarceration, breaking laws) that a progam dedicated to children is now using it. Let us forget for a moment about the abstractions that are laws and what it means to break an abstraction, let us play around in this reality for a while. The comic tragedy of it is no less severe. Watching the videos on Sesame Street’s website play out like a skit from SNL or perhaps MADtv or even The State or some parody on YouTube. Yet, sincerity and seriousness must be acknowledged. The US has stepped over yet another line in the consciousness, there are now so many people in prison (and not all of these prison sentences are just, but let us save that for another essay) that it is now not an HBO special or a trumped up, sensationalized multi-million dollar CGI Hollywood film, but a Sesame Street program. Has human existence sunk this low? Are there way too many laws anymore? According to an article in the Wall Street Journal, perhaps there are. The number of federal laws in the united states for which anyone could be indicted for are innumerable? Does no one else find this disturbing. I’m sorry, what was freedom again.

Shouldn’t we be embarrassed? Shouldn’t we be raging against such an onslaught of obvious mockery at humans being? Shouldn’t there be crying and gnashing and clenching teeth in the streets that there never was any freedom, that the promises promised were never meant to come true, that EVERYONE is bound for the mental electric chair?

Yet, many too many line up voluntarily for the noose and consider themselves lucky to be given the soft rope, and place firmly their hands upon the plough. What mental holocaust should abound now that humanity has leased his grounds to the corporate teat?

No more, I say, shall I kneel as a coward before the sheep clad in gold. No more shall I walk with head bowed into the belly of an iron beast and shame my self esteemed great. I ask for no other to walk with me flat feet upon the earth, as I shall walk regardless, with my toes digging into the soft dirt and plush grass. I shall hang my hat upon a low branch, and I build my home among the upturned roots of a fallen tree.

Outside of the local conundrums of Schrodinger’s box can there be any concept like free. Until people realize the obviousness of this,  humans will continue to be incarcerated by laws so innumerable the only solution will be the creation of a paralyzed Utopia, intent upon the destruction of uncertainty, the murder of unknown, and the jailing of infinity in the name of human insecurity, fluttering away Life for what is sold on TV.

“We do not ‘come into’ this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree. As the ocean ‘waves,’ the universe ‘peoples.’ Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique action of the total universe. This fact is rarely, if ever, experienced by most individuals.” ~Alan Watts

QOTD Eustace Conway

The ancient people understood that  our world is a circle, but we modern people have lost site of that. I don’t live inside buildings because buildings are dead places where nothing grows, where water doesn’t flow, and where life stops. I don’t want to live in a dead place. People say that I don’t live in a real world, but it’s modern Americans who live in a fake world, because they have stepped outside the natural circle of life.

Do people live in circles today? No. They live in boxes.  They wake up every morning in a box of their bedrooms because a box next to them started making beeping noises to tell them it was time to get up. They eat their breakfast out of a box and then they throw that box away into another box.  Then they leave the box where they live and get into another box with wheels and drive to work, which is just another big box broken into little cubicle boxes where a bunch of people spend their days sitting and staring at the computer boxes in front of them. When the day is over, everyone gets into the box with wheels again and goes home to the house boxes and spends the evening staring at the television boxes for entertainment. They get their music from a box, they get their food from a box, they keep their clothing in a box, they live their lives in a box.

Break out of the box! This not the way humanity lived for thousands of years. ~Eustace Conway from the book The Last American Man by Elizabeth Gilbert

Chicago suburbs from the air

*Image Credits  (all artwork used with permission through CC license)
“Tijuana Suburbs” by Nathan Gibbs
“Chicago suburbs from the air” by Scorpions and Centaurs