O Nero! Let me venerate your name!
~Marquis de Sade
Make Love, Not War
was the motto of Nero
and what got him killed
at the hands of the 'moral majority',
those who believed
in the virtues of war and power
rather than the glories of theatre, poetry,
and generally being a smartypants.
Today I'm going to put on my smartypants
and go to find the mirthful giggles of this land.
Today I will be searching for mirthful giggles
en situ. Nothing but mirthful giggles.
NOTHING BUT CHILDLIKE GLEE.
Do you think people would be upset
if I built a giant Jesus on the cross
made of dessicated roadkill
replaced its head with a giant
flame nozzle and roasted innocents
ALIVE
when they accidentally stepped
on a pressure pad in front of my house?
NOTHING BUT CHILDLIKE GLEE.
The Rape of Gall is the meat lace
knitted by a Horrible Transvestite Grandmother
named Caesar.
Take up thy pitchfork peasant, and march to Washington!
BURN THE FRANKENSTEIN CAESARJESUS!
w/
NOTHING BUT CHILDLIKE GLEE...
I've got a patch on the ass of my smartypants
that says, "Have you killed a Christian today?"
Who can be blamed?
This is what the Managerial class must ask itself!
I tend to fantasize about a genocide of self-important simpletons,
but I make love instead of war
while they make war instead of love..
God didn't write anything my child,
You are trapped in the bowells of a cave.
You are a slave to the grotesque history of ideas!
(which arguably) "is"
NOTHING BUT CHILDLIKE GLEE..
IT'S ALIVE!
w/ Frank and Lenore Davies.
