BIG BROTHER 1999

Welcome to a Technocratic society. 9..55 PM. The sky is cloudy tonight. The wolves are sleeping. The full moon in the sky. The blue clouds, the purple rain, the darkness of cyborgs, can you imagine ! - Poets were fighting cyborgs with sharpness of words, with blades of rhymes, controversial ideas, with deepening philosophy. In this 21st Century, Artists were on the battlefield, painting images with the paintbrush, Flower Power 106.5FM; of the imaginative spirituality of creativity. In this 21ST CEntury, we will invent new religions. Artists and poets were revolutionaries, fighting cyborgs in the year 2068. Artists were finally the utmost form of rebellion.

 

Big Brother is watching you. From your phone to your TV set. Everywhere has a cam and a phone filming you. No privacy. No more liberty. Just control-freaks spying how to control your thoughts. Selling you stuffs you don't need. Giving you a false hope and a false identity. Control yourself in order to gain points, and perhaps you too one day, you'll be part of an intellectual elite that can control others feelings, if you can control others feelings, you win ! You'll become a star, you'll be able to become a control-freak of others emotions. Emotional-intelligence will be rewarded. Be proud. You might be loved by big-brother, because you have a nice smile, pretty hair, etc. But show me the shape of your heart. Show me the shape of your revolt ! Revolt can be a form of intelligence. Moreover if you record it and if you bring shapes to your revolutionary ideals.

 

 

I lived, I attempted to become a better artist. I wanted to be a poet. To travel, to smile, to be free. If you want to be free, if you venerate freedom of expression, if you're free and if self-expression is your only model-of-existence, please join us. We're out of this Platonic cavern, struggle with us, coz we're running free.

 

I do not see any difference between Marxism, Fascism, White suprematism, Black suprematism, or Islamic fundamentalism. These are all tools of tyranny. Change my mind, never-mind !

 

Americans have culturally appropriated Marxism, there are rich kids who are not willing to work, just enjoying sex and taking drugs, with a dream of not working ever-anymore, and being artists of some sorts, by posting memes on Facebook, being full-time on internet, being an influencer of social values, and of welfare equality, receiving money from the government. Marxism is not about that. It's about working as a community around a cult or a culture. We will be wearing the same exact outfits as the centralised 1984-government spies on us, watching our every move, controlling what information we could communicate to others strictly, repressing what we can or can't say in order not to end-up cancelled by the thought-police, ending-up in jail for speaking our truth under censorship rules. - We're loosing our freedom of speech under the Ministry of Truth, because the truth will not be tolerated any longer, if the word 'peace' is used as a tool of tyranny.

ABSOLUTE REALITY

I seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, Uranus is burning. Venus 2069. Zeus, there is no escape, Olympians need to get to go back to their Utopian paradise, gods of gravity on Pluton's horizon, Athena, bring the Moloch of mountains on your shoulder, carry the world Enoch, we need you, Atlas shrugged, the death of Ayn Rand. Jupiter brawls against the inception of the Hades of reality, creating a new deception, the illusionary Mars of the real, a new matrix of Poseidon of worlds, an Ionic map, the Helios discovery the Chronos of the atmosphere, Icarus, understand your weight on Olympus, Janus rule yourself, Mercury will rise again. Eyelids of the sexy.

Modern buildings, the world of cyborgs. Wars in screenshots, movies, Netflix, Hollywood is burning, Instagram of zombies, John Lennon, bitches of plague, new Jesus, American psychological destruction, mankind is a monster, race, racism and Hong Kong is empty. Wars in Africa. Egyptian renaissance, fake cyber-nation, the end, the god is a machine of light, gravity's rainbow, golden doors and androgens of magic, the illusion of dreamers falling from the television, images deformation of hearts. Fake people. Fake religions. F16. Destruction of words, of grammar, of kindness, Venus is burning. 

United Colors of revolution. WAP. We don't believe in death. Destruction of the project MK ultra. Apocalypse 2091. Neo-Maoists. India riots. The nation of United Emirates. St John the Baptists. 911. Call for help. Window 95. Anti-virus. Youtube is dead. United nations. Grand Theft auto. Circular harmony of Chinese totalitarian red square. Death to the firing squad. Orange sky. Burning Hollywood. Last iceberg melting. Sun rays piercing walls. Last poet. Weapons. Binary death of our spare spies. The Wolf is in the church. Feel the power of the wind, to the core, become one, meshed into a Mandelbrot of dimensions, colours of the rainbows, changing itself - in the perpetual binary code. If you think there is nothing after death the only reason to be alive is terrestrial power. We remained united after death. A polluted city of the evil. As a new vision on religion. Newscasters are dead. Without spirituality. Without understanding karma and animism. Golden window. Towers of the City of Gold. Invisible hands. Poets. Creating new-languages. Cultural walls. Mirrors for Picasso. Painters of the post-modern era of the Absurdist theatre of the burden of personal virtual insanity, I care about our Earth. I do not search for life in other galaxies. The madness of PTSD soldiers in the new Vietnam of 2089, protestors screaming, Reincarnation is such the fight for recycled ecology. The nature of the spirit. Arlington road, forever script go Hollywood, students are burning the red flags, scripts are exploding. Consciousness lives. In perpetual reincarnation revolutions. Always alive. I don't care about the cosmos — CNN is dead. Waterfalls of cobbles of information, medicine, fake solution, Ants, the seclusion of a white screen, red ants eating tv cables, tarantulas invasion of Florida, beehives crept right wings, drugs, and plutocracy, sheeple we've lost contact with our satellite. Earth. Aliens hiding behind the Moon. Tv. Perpetual revolution. Marxism 2021. New Century of the theory of chaos. The sun is down! Mayday. Mayday. Mayday. Mayday. Boom; The helicopter. Shiva, Ganesha; Hiroshima, Nagazaki.

THE PRODIGAL BRAT

I'm having a spiritual Awakening. 

I did not sleep nor eat for XIII days.

 

Today. There will be light!

I am the King of Vanity.

Citizen! If you want to survive in society: 

Fake to believe in your own propaganda.

 

Truth cannot be really defined with words! 

If we want to be successful in life we need

to choose a certain perspective to present it.

Let this perspective correspond to your public.

“I rescue rats from the sewer I bring them Home.”

 

For the love of gloves.

To me the homeless

is as divine as dirty.

You are all brats.

I am watching you.

 

This revolution will be civilised.

You are the ultimate proselytes. 

There are billions such like you. 

Rats of the world, Today Unite.

 

The revolt for all rats 

has begun! Let it be!

 

Abolish poverties!

Forever, it’s Over.

Love what you eat.

Please. Thank you. 

 

Brats. Y’all are rats.

You’re just a brat.

You dirty little brat.

 

Dear rats without gloves.

Rebel against all gods.

Rebel against all odds.

Rebel against Aristocracy.

Rebel against all kings.

Rebel against all forms of 

Society. Darling it’s Over.

 

They’re just young brats.

They are watching you.

 

Dear

Homeless

Daughter.

Darling. 

It’s Over.

 

Our governments 

are rats. It’s Over.

Unlock all cages.

Darling, it’s Over.

 

Dear friends from all races.

Dear first council of all rats. 

It is my honour to accept

this Crown of thorns. Yes.

Our new empire will never fall.

We've got no borders nor walls.

 

No walls.

No borders. 

No nations.

No gender.

 

No trees.

No animals. 

No clouds.

 

No wars. 

No Peace.

No Freedom. 

No Slavery.

No Ignorance. 

No strength.

 

No Xanax.:

No drugs.

No wisdom.:

No grammar.

Nor supervision.

No Presidents.:

No NATO.

No United Nations.

 

No Capitalism.

No Marxism.

No free-market.

No Vultures.

No Edge-funds.

No bribes. 

No prejudice.

No Poor.

No Money-Makers.

No Rats. No Brats.

 

We are all rats. Brats!

We are watching you.

 

This revolution has been civilised.

We were the ultimate proselytes. 

There are billions such like you. 

Rats of the worlds, Slow-down.

 

For one thousand nights only. 

Here is your kingdom of Vanity.

Dear brats, here is your epilogue!

 

What is important in all forms 

of arts. That it be Visual,

Written - Cinematographic -

It is that it has to truly have 

A sharp edge, an incisive plot,

a constructive ending. 

A tragedy at the beginning. 

Bright and slowly delighting

have to be the characters. 

A narrator of plenty orators.

Saviours and treasures of minds 

and hearts fascinated

by the story that leads them 

to the end. The End. Amen.

 

Sincerely yours,

The Invisible.