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Aside from the few weeks when I was hired by the Federal Government, as part of their program to employ disadvantaged youth, during which I worked on a demolition crew tearing down fire damaged condemned buildings, my over ten years otherwise spent exclusively on the underground economy always serves to inspire me when the time is officially quantified in this document by the Federal Department of Taxation and Finance Social Security Administration. The precise glares from deeply blinding small ovals of white paper enframed by the numeral zero, no-things evasive like horizon, literally refer to the amounts of my governmentally untrackable income, and a wild, undomesticated life. As statistics, the zeros promote official ignorance about activities I undertook to generate money outside the scope of authoritarian approval and social respectability. The pleasureably complicit curvealinear marks exist here before the eyes as such a tangible material monument to real Liberty obtained yet through the centers of those zero marks swirls a vast blank from which flows metaphysical expression of source where all freedom originates and resides. One thing that comes to my mind, especially these days, when I gaze at this excremental dust mote from the government datacloud, is how for ten years nothing I did enabled the government to extract any money from me to pay for building bombs and dropping them on people. When periodically mailed this mute totem of my total escape from the deathculture, I become hushed, placid and reverentially thankful about never having really been allowed in by The White Order.
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at dawn
Mercury passes before the Sun
seen from Avenue C
shadow coughed by microscopic permanence
no more outer space on surface of time
ancient as how a black cat crosses the street.
chance, mortal.
comprehension aspires upon void.
silent immense motion what
may be understood from
being within
sight. now lifted
away from everything Earthly,
abandoned tantalized sense
empty quiet
morning radiates upon street.
I live in simplicity, tranquil and innocent,
free from compulsion to infringe
the freedom of others.
I shed my dignity in order to manifest grace.
So complain about the way I live
but refuse to offer me paradise
so you can display
the class origins behind your objectivity.
Por qué usted no baja adentro a la calle
y vea cómo es carinoso lo hemos hecho para usted ?
Mercury passes before the Sun
seen from Avenue C
shadow coughed by microscopic permanence
no more outer space on surface of time
ancient as how a black cat crosses the street.
chance, mortal.
comprehension aspires upon void.
silent immense motion what
may be understood from
being within
sight. now lifted
away from everything Earthly,
abandoned tantalized sense
empty quiet
morning radiates upon street.
I live in simplicity, tranquil and innocent,
free from compulsion to infringe
the freedom of others.
I shed my dignity in order to manifest grace.
So complain about the way I live
but refuse to offer me paradise
so you can display
the class origins behind your objectivity.
Por qué usted no baja adentro a la calle
y vea cómo es carinoso lo hemos hecho para usted ?
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seven, I love all this personal documentation!
It's great.
It's great.
The spirits of the zona are many, but none more purposefully mischievous than the late Rev. Pedro Pietri......
telephone booth poem
number 73237 by Reverend Pedro Pietri
fuck the circus
i get my rocks off
seeing people going
to work in the morning
on my way to the bar!
telephone booth poem
number 73237 by Reverend Pedro Pietri
fuck the circus
i get my rocks off
seeing people going
to work in the morning
on my way to the bar!
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