The Blame Shall Enter
First: I confess in confidentiality
not to be repeated please
or held against me: leave the
room if you can’t take
this in confidence & the spirit with
which it is professed. I feel more comfortable hanging with
The Baddies than The Goodies, Baddies so transparently
The Baddies than The Goodies, Baddies so transparently
screwed-up &
closer to the EDGE of our unsustainable
sustain-abilities than us
Decent Wanna-Bees maintaining
a cover-up, wearing a wink
& hoisting a proper sunday-school
concern when needed so as
to preserve our system against
increasing varieties of
Baddies hobble-de-hoyden trailing
clouds of diagnostics
& no elevator to hoist above & beyond
a 3rd floor of Humane
Division but rather re-habituating a
habit tattoing our
habitats & habilitations by stretch & by cut
so as to fit Baddies into
our Ways of Knowing as we Know it,
do-it, have always
done-it, will do-it and must: service equipping
them poor huck finished
tom-tom sawyers with helmets &
kneepads &
pharmaceutical soothe-saying counter-jitterbugging
alternative attention
efficiencies so as to not let them waste
their precious
time-managemental sustain abilities.
We’ll show them. Stay
their course. When they crack—eventually
we’ll peek though the
fissures & maybe see something re our
habitual sustainability
sustainingthe unsustainable. News from
Noise. How could it be
other wise?
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