The Eloquent Execution of Empirical Existence

Mediocrity destroys all that is good about me,

When I create, I am free, to be all that I wish to be,

Energy, Vitality, Vibrancy,

Electricity of the Soul,

Dedication of the Mind,

The Heart is no longer hard to find;

A jewel in the palm of the likeliest Kind.

One must probe the darkest regions of the

Imagination to deconstruct the tautology of

Homogenization.

Slit the throats of those that control the wages

Whilst I sit here composing a litany of

Derangement.

A barbed-wire doll, with a hypodermic headdress, rests,

Impaled on a bed of bloodied sails, in a dead-tech theatre of tragedy,

No solidarity, no gravity, no mythology,

No-Thing.

I wish to be a wolf among sheep,

To re-invent the orgies of Ancient Rome,

The gladiatorial battles of the Colosseum and the

Cinematic gun-fights on the streets of old Chicago.

But, these fanciful re-imaginings, can only be realised

Beyond the Desert of the Real, far beyond the

Gates of Horn & Ivory and within the

Infernal fires of the blasphemous and amorphous.

And this is how I begin my Sojourn.

Whether it be diurnal or nocturnal, I must

Manifest the Kingdom of my own banished desires and

Internal design, whether it be a speck of dust or a

Single grain of sand, it will be a sinister machination to

Disassemble a fabricated nation in a state of benign contemplation.

For this, is the Eloquent Execution of Empirical Existence.