submitted to some magazine about the end of the world, or something. maybe ill have some information about this later, who knows.
anyway:
"the human mind will be the basis for catastophic eclipse. the prophets perched on cerebral pedastal plot and plan
endless regurgitate vessels from the sea of philosophical shit-spew. i lean forward to vacuum the dirty melody of the
oracle orchestra and fixate my eyes on megaphone, microphone, magazine, movie theatre. in the wake of newfound knowledge,
infantile beings will claw over mountain edged fire pit, captain vomit, abandon ship. all is lost for all is found. the steeple-chests
clasp to rosary reasoning, biblical flood, an ark will not save us.
i hold knowledge to myself. i tape my mouth twice over with the innards of blind, deaf, and dumb. i feel their spirit merge
with mine and merge with yours. instead, i bottle ignorance and sell it tenfold to the masses. what you do not know
and what you do not prepare for will not hurt you or create convuluted psyche. cognition: positive outlooks, happy thoughts, happy thoughts,
happy thoughts, positive outlook, happy thought, happy thought...
shut your fucking face, and close your fucking almanacs, and let the batteries die in your fucking calculators!
gaze upward with wonder and endless hope. the hole in the atmosphere is merely a window. look for a beacon, not a storm.
peace and love,
stephen patrick dawson"
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