History unfolds as the layers of space break apart, revealing incongruencies in our world,
The worst of the worst is the ideas I hold dear, the failing flailing final breaths of our dead philosophies .
Vitriol waves spread from every good idea, leaving us in wreckages, as bitter hardened shells
Its no lie the worst ideas all die, every hope I have is paved for their world
its no lie the good ideas survive capital, domination, encompasses our world
if reality could break we’d all breath again, if even for a moment to see it could be different.
yet the fire burns with every day and civilization prospers,
Fall in love with the bad ideas, theres no reason left to breathe
human strike after human strike refuse to take pleasure in the world
they’re goal is to subjectify us, and be a rhizomatic force,
creativity is capital’s avant garde, refuse to produce for them.
If we hate this world, and their ideas we must accept one thing. There ideas worked better then ours and we are all failures, failure, failures
released June 12, 2015
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