all i need, radiohead:

in the dark and by myself i exceed my own essence---there, unstoppable, i walk amongst the primal killers of all threats that can ever be made---there i sharpen the knife that i plan to stab every god that was ever thought of and ever will be thought of over and over into their own created oblivion with glee---and a smile washes over me---and my heart begins to palapitate---this is all i will ever need---this seething, blistering, ever-exploding anger that boils and destroys hotter than any star could ever even try---it beckons me to teach me how to thwart against the light---it beckons me to join it in the deepest sewers---it beckons me to swim in the feces & urine, the leftover chemicals, the things that everyone else has thrown out---it beckons me to walk with the people discarded like the grungiest bath water---it beckons me to throw stones through the window panes of the richest slimebags scumming along the surface and walking on the water that they fill up their pepsi-coca-cola tankers and drive away with, raping the third world of everything that they could possibly ever have---taking and taking and taking and killing and burying and murdering and burying and starving and burying and starving and giving experimental medication and selling yesterdays crappy weapons to on the black market and saying that it wasn’t state funded and selling substances to the children and telling them not to use condoms and giving them more experimental medicine for the HIV that has been bred in their continents ripping and tearing away the people who just want to live---the drug companies the big pharma that profits from this---i exceed my prior notions---i walk with my razor-sharp mechanism---i steer clear of the smokescreens---i speak with those that speak because the voice of those being raped and killed in the name of the 1st world do not have enough people speaking with them and for them---we stab with our eyes wide open blind to nothing you can try and feed us---we stab with nothing but reality to aid us in our determined and never-ending struggle---we bring down the daggers with both hands gripped round them in full thrust---we penetrate the torsos and the vitals of those that think that they are untouchable---we find them in the deepest corners of all wretchedness and we slice them and dice them---we drag out the CEO’s who dance in self-righteousness---we put them in the stocks in the public square and we watch the mole people from below the city come to the surface and they will take their vengeance on these representatives of the way of life that’s got to go---+85% of the world’s natural resources will not be sucked from within this present empire for eternity---we will find those drinking with their long straws and we will experiment on them with their own new drugs---pin their eyes open next to malcolm buzzing tied down in his chair with his eyeballs a blazin’ and beethoven filling the room---we will make them eat the cake that they told us to---we will stuff them silly like the fat sloth who was killed by kevin’s character in 7---face down in their own bucket of spaghetti---rotten as the vomit that they have puked all over our faces for years too many to count---yes in the dark we reign---in the dark we own no fantasy---we have the keyboards---we type & we communicate---we run across the electric lines of this organism interweaving & and gathering the information, the concerns of all involved are appropriately furious and they are intelligent---they walk amongst each other---they know the writing on the wall is just the beginning---they clench their hands together with mutual love and respect---they light the fires---they own the torches---they slam the beat with the rocks they hoard & wait with---& certainly the burgeoning echo musters even you---you are the listener---you find what you already know---you feel it winning in your own heart---your family cries to you to keep them safe & secure---you want more from this life and feel like you are drowning---you see the talking heads on the same tele as we---you walk with a growing disturbance---you don’t believe the hype, the revelations that are supposed to come (they just don’t phase you in the way that those that piss their pants at the drop of another hurricane do)---you are a child after nietzsche---you are stronger than you know---you have friends that you haven’t met yet---you have talents you haven’t yet realized---you have a pulse that is quickening and you want to let it ring throughout the hills---you know that there is something more human than what currently exists---you know that this conversation needs to flourish and not be silenced---and i am being beckoned and we are sharpening our blades again---and we are washing them off from the last taking of what has been stolen---and we are out of therapy from the world’s last mass rape---and we are ready, exercising & adrenalized, with nothing but the clear focus of a fighter who cannot be bought by a prize alone, but who instead wants the ring back---and we want to disassemble the ring---and we want to cease being on stage for their amusement---and we want a new energy to rise---and we want it now---not tomorrow, not the next day, not a week from now---“and it’s so wrong---it’s so wrong---it’s so wrong---it’s so right.”