faith in armour

fate autocompletes on my screen
oracles these days use google search,
just like anyone else,
except the people who still cough up
for tv divination services (them poor cunts).

I want to exist as a mixture of sexiness and danger,
I want to exist forever,
I want not to exist
(because some times it's an insufferable bore).

death and taxes are certain,
but of the two, only death can bring relief.

I want to drink the clearest water
(that pretty much rules out your blood,
much as you don't have any courage anyway).

It seems that desire is a word tied up
to that funny guy, as in
"I desire to depart and be with da lord"

Ensconsced in our thick coat of first world problems
we proceed docile along the master lines.
(mmm entering the fishy banks of
conspiracy memeland here).

My conscience is like a mackintosh coat.
Water just slides down
and it shelters me from the cold.
I numbed it.
Yes, of course.
On fucking purpose.

I want to dress myself in an arcane aura
(sounds sexy, even if dont know what that is)
that somehow accelerates me out from the reach
of this pervading mediocrity.

The virtous chain of thralls and ever lesser ranks
- devouring each other in a storm of error messages
and ignored compiler warnings -
(oh the ungrateful life of a warning,
ignored by everyone and on the minimum wage)
there's this contradiction between
the desire for immortality
and the wish for release.

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and once we're all in there, in the hive,
there will be no problems.
Eradicate.
Isolate.
Carry your bribe money with you at all times.

I could not find a present for you
that represents adequately what I am today,
because today is a transient mirage anyway.

I would congratulate you on your 176th birthday
but I stopped counting years back in Sumer.
(those holidays were killer).
I saw no purpose.

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L O L! Y O L O
said the priest to himself in his grin
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Understanding is overrated,
we could do away with half the meaning in things,
which probably don't have much to begin with.

I used to enjoy deserted avenues,
but I am scared to be mugged by unemployed cicadas,
in hoodies and with strange accents.

My world just let go of the color green.
But you get used to it.
Not much point in painting concrete green.

When the first time machine was invented
project managers staged their best revenge ever.

Apparently there's a word in the Welsh language
that can wake up some old Babilonian devil-gods.

The full armour of god will protect me,
so that we might stand firm in the battles of life.
Your light, oh lord, is the armour to battle the darkness
that enshouds us since we left your garden
(oh, our folly).

Mal 3:2 (NAS) But who can endure the day of His coming?
Whaddya mean his coming? He is coming?
Is he gonna leave little copies of himself
all over the place?

I will step down from my pulpit of praise
with a quote to accompany all of you in your sleep

Luke 21:36 (NIV) "Be always on the watch,
and pray that you may be able to escape
that is about to happen,
and that you may be able to stand
before the Son of Man."