El cuchillo de Macbeth
AGAINST THE BOTS
Notes on IDLES Joy as an Act of Resistance
El Cuchillo de Macbeth
G R E A T
The World is the totality of facts Memes, not of things.
Its radical articulation of seconds: forced perspective for the Masses. They wonder what’s
gonna happen next!
Now repeat until this condition is false.
Just a bunch of songs about the potholes on The Road. Swerving, swerving, etc. New Punk,
Art Punk, Post Punk. Rearrange the words under the bottle caps: pick one and lose your
Seems that our dealings in The Age of Information are hefty with BULLSHIT Knowledge.
Cauldron of stale POP. Current Standards? Let me give you a feel for it: tired of pushing the
rope of Masculinity & Politics & Identity & whatever Kool-Aid.
Ladies and gentlemen: Mental Illness is just a Language Ailment: Culture its Petri dish [gasps].
Yo where is the quote?
My credit score is drenched in mystifications of ideological distortions. Would you like to keep
this sorted by Capital? Low to High? High to Low? New In?
The D The A The N The N The Y
I had a friend that would always talk about how working jobs was this Illusion. Whoring the
sands of your body; perpetuating the repugnant cyclic redundancies of indescribables riches.
All of that extra language shit is mine, he had it as a natural instinct, the disdain; a mammal gut
feeling (hardly prehistoric I’d say) that made his hands into claws when keyboard prompted.
ctrl+c ctrl+c ctrl+c ctrl+c ctrl+c ctrl+c ctrl+c ctrl+c ctrl+c ctrl+c ctrl+c ctrl+c ctrl+c ctrl+c ctrl+c
Yet I failed to help him realize this idea will consume you in a maligned chemical-corrosive way,
much like that of suspecting a deadly illness.
- Such a radical POV! [slams desk]. Just let me play this Father John Misty while you describe
it some more.
You might think you’ve figure it out. You’re not the First that TrumanShowd Culture & Capital
into a set of levers and gears, who recited: Thank you for calling Customer Service when we go
the extra mile to make you smile [wink].
Soon you’ll be speaking in Memes, combinations of ideas one-hit-wonders. So deep in the
Meta that write a Reply Comment takes like a month worth of thoughts.
If you ever arrest your ass and resist and then abuse your own power to brutalize yourself just
remember that now Joy, must be an act of resistance. A CD that has been playing for centuries
in cliched cyberpunk Walkmans.
Stopped beating The Dead Horse once, frozen quiet and thought about life. Drafted a sentence
on my temple. Listen, I’ve been since trying to escape those words, to scrub it from this glasstopped
table, but they might as well be chiseled in stone.
El Cuchillo de Macbeth
I f y o u c a t c h me a t t h e b o r d e r ,
I ’ l l h a v e v i s a s i n my n a me .
By virtue of what in this Binary Cloaca, Us be willing to bounce
Some light from these glass splinters?
Us: appraised from birth to be dumped in the bottom shelf of
Dispatched by the day-to-day all, official and colloquial.
Me and my Doods sneezing off the uninspired hustler psyche
pollen. Perhaps immune to the vulgar ethos (not sure), my Ecobios
Slithered among Boots and Chancletas, Yosvanys and Yunieskas.
So why would any of Us pillage in that currency if not by cause
Of an schlastic arrangement of foreign concepts?
But now the livestream of barren stares squeezed under your
Dorr. Stomach mutiny knee-jerk locomotion. 62 missed calls.
One opportunity left in your hangman game. A Clue: starts with
Long ago the airport glass doors splint my reflection in half.
Si el trabajo es salud, que trabajen los enfermos!