…Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a waking shadow, a poor, player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, 

And then is heard no more; it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

 

 

For sale-

      Priceless bodies, beyond race or world or sex or lineage!

Riches in ubiquitous flood!

Unrestricted sales of diamonds!

 

For sale-

      Anarchy for the masses;

Wild satisfaction for knowing amateurs;

Atrocious death for the faithful and for lovers!

 

For sale-

      Homesteads and migrations, sports,

Enchantment and perfect comfort, and the noise,

the movement, and the future they entail.]

AR

 

The Collective

    

AWFULMEANCRUELMISANTHROPICREPROBATES

 

‘Every Night’ by Li Po

I come back from the river bank, drunk

I have an unpaid bill

in every tavern.

Well, who lives to be seventy

Anyway? 

 

Our Motto:

  

 

Other Motto:

Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.

The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

Prudence is a rich old maid courted by incapacity.

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.

The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of

the stormy sea, and the destructive sword are portions of

eternity too great for the eye of man.

Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.

 

William Blake

Proverbs of Hell

 

 

Round the world! There is much in that sound to inspire proud feelings; but whereto does all of that circumnavigation conduct? Only through numberless perils to the very point whence we started, where those that we left secure, were all the time before us.

 

  “Not drowned entirely, though, rather carried down alive to wondrous depths, where strange shapes of the unwarped primal world glided to and fro before his passive eyes; and the miser-men, Wisdom, revealed his hoarded heaps; and among the joyous, heartless, ever-juvenile eternities, Pip saw the multitudinous, God-omnipresent, coral insects, that out of the firmament of waters heaved the colossal orbs. He saw God’s foot upon the treadle of the loom, and spoke it; and therefore his shipmates called him mad. So man’s insanity is heaven’s sense; and wandering from all mortal reason. man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as is his God.”

                            

Were this world an endless plain, and by sailing eastward we could forever reach new distances, and discover sights more sweet and strange than any Cyclades or Islands of King Solomon, then there were promise in the voyage. But in pursuit of those far mysteries we dream of, or in tormented chase of that demon phantom that, some time or other, swims before all human hearts; while chasing such over this round globe, they either lead us on in barren mazes or midway leave us whelmed.

HM

 

 

 

As the Liberty lads o’er the sea
Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood,
So we, boys, we
Will die fighting, or live free,
And down with all kings but King Ludd!

 

The poet is a faker

Who’s so good at his act

He even fakes the pain

Of pain he feels in fact.

FP

“Without music, life would be an error.” -FN

 

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death…

VOID MANUFACTURING IS A POLITICAL ORGANIZATION