propagating propaganda

This is an exercise in speaking truth.

"P&P"

The blogspot is an exercise. Or chore?
To write is to store-- clean, superfluous, nitrogens and oxygens, in hand;
Here you go. This is new. This is for you. This is for ubiquity;
Efficiency, anarchy, and quiet;
progress is measured in punk rock merit.
Save room for the delusional, there are few, as you well know,
worthy enough to follow.

And we--
we are owned by no one.

Our dog-tags read, "Sincerity," "Revolution," "Visionary,"
"Samaritan," and "... come again?"
Our songs are brittle; they have no legs, no respect for Leadbelly and the gang.
They dine on blubber of white whale and salt water tales.
Grow some roots why doncha, then have them dyed or highlighted,
deep fried, inject cheddar, served up with po-taters.
Old skool is what's kewl 'til something older
comes along, fewl. yewza one of dem Gol' diggaz.


I am finally sleepy now.