Loop

Luc Kordas

This morning as I washed the few cups and spoons left from last night’s tipsy return home, I looked up as a blue commuter train passed my window on its approach to Central Station, silhouettes of a few passengers in the windows, and I was reminded of travelling by train to Aberdeen on my way to Norway for another 5-week stint in the dry-docked drillship, and gazing into the passing tenement windows I saw a man there at the sink, washing dishes. In one of those moments that can only happen within the drifting mind, I felt the distance between that man and myself and I felt the unknowable-ness of all those lives within that tenement and the fact dawned on me that to those people - invisible to me - I was less than significant; I did not exist.

Just Saying...

 

Neil Young is Dead

Last Exit from Lewisham ~ Photo by P.I.

 

Here at the abattoir, we partake in the slaughter
Start from our shins and work our way up
We are all numbered heads chipped and read
Bloodied nails chipped and red
We have the eyes of a bureaucrat
We have the soul of a killer
Shuffling forward onto the scythe
To offer our pound of flesh
To these morality men
These heroes who swim
In the miasma of their own plastic gene pool
Unwilling to accept the reality
That they are falling at the last hurdle in hubris
They are liberals in favour of censorship
They are calcified, inflexible
And comforted by their belief
That those who oppose them
Will be demonised
By those who don’t oppose them

Doctor! Doctor! I feel like a pair of open curtains!

 

Gotta get those numbers up?
Need to keep your credibility intact?
Struggling to regain the public trust?
Why not try a triple dose of

Dr. Iscariot’s
DESPERATION

You’ve then got to ask yourself “If this C8vid vaccination isn’t protecting me from C8vid then what the fuck is it doing?”

Do Androids Dream?

 

The echoes of primal violence wash over us, dressed in the transparent pornography of propaganda; Cain’s cold and covetous wrath pulses through the greedy technology of the military industrial complex while the media chants “regime change”. A complex simply aimed at the acquisition of ever more; of control and oppression; a complex that reeks of hubris fed by the vacuum of wealth; of biblical greed and the religious zeal of those who have no faith in their own belief but who are confident in the fact that they are the righteous, the chosen, the designers of our future.

But you who deem yourself children of reason; defenders of the weak; you who have always fought the injustices of the system by believing that the system is essentially fair, you are lost. The system has taken absolute control of your reason and your dogmatic self-belief and inability to see beyond the platform that has been constructed for you, allows you to voluntarily act as the system’s mouthpiece, to support the manufacture of the iron heel that will now descend upon all your reasonable beliefs.

Divided into factions too small to threaten the established powers, we will now battle it out on social media and in the supermarkets masked and unmasked, vaccinated and not. We will tear ourselves apart along the meaningless and fabricated lines between left and right, Cain and Able; when we are in truth all on the same side: the side of the oppressed, the controlled, the fodder that feeds the vacuum of wealth and enables those designers of the future to design us into mechanised delivery drones and feeders; electric sheep.

Awaken, rise up and resist.