Friday, January 20, 2012



  Love the quick profit (prophet),  the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your neighbors and to die, and you will have a window in your head my friend. Not even your future will be a mystery anymore. Your mind will be programmed on a disk and shut away in a little drawer. When they want you to buy something they will call you. When they want you to die for profit (prophet) they will let you know.

  So dear friend, everyday do something that won’t compute. Love the world, work for nothing, take all that you have and give it away and be poor. Love someone who does not deserve it. Denounce the government and embrace the flag. Hope to live in that free republic for which it stands. Give approval to all you cannot understand. Praise ignorance, for what man or woman has not encountered they have not destroyed. Ask questions that have no answers. Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias. Say that your main crop is the forest that you did not plant, that you will not live to harvest. Say that the leaves are harvested when they have rotted to mold. Call that profit. Prophecy such returns. Put faith in the two inches of humus that will build under the trees every thousand years. Listen to carrion, put your ear close and hear the faint chattering of the songs that are to come. Expect the end of the world. Laugh, laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful even though you have considered all the facts. Ask yourself, will this satisfy a woman satisfied to bear a child? Will this disturb the sleep of a woman near to giving birth? Go with your love to the fields. Lie easy in the shade and rest your head in his or her lap. Swear allegiance to what is nighest your thoughts.

  As soon as the generals and the politicians can predict the motions of your mind, lose it. Leave it as a sign to mark a false trail, the way you didn’t go. Be like the fox that makes more tracks than necessary, some in the wrong direction.

 Practice resurrection.

                                                                                                                       A.'. A.'.     

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