the hollows of madness

The disintegration of oneself. Falling back into fever dreams of undigested thoughts. Rapid eye movement but still awake, always awake. The separation of the mind and the state of a body that is not content. A body that is having trouble filtering anything at all. Pipes yawn and pitch, trying to form structure to relieve the pressures of a broken frame.

"What have I become my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end."

-nin

The body double just lies above. Mocking the pain, the discomfort, the pressure. Laughing as it is allowed to close its eyes while the body original, how ever slightly below, cannot. "Who the fuck do you think you are?", it whispers to the original. "We have given you so many chances, and you still manage to fuck it up." The original grimaces as it listens. Not at the truth but at the pressure building in the midsection. The pressure is starting to churn in on itself.
"Reckless abandon", is the only thing that passes through the original's lips as the double continues to whisper its crude truths. "You lazy, weak fucker. Who do you think you are talking to? We have had it with you and your clever excuses. You need to get your fucking priorities straight pal."
The original's eyes are blinking fervently now. "The pipes are not connecting!", it screams out in the mind, "The pressure is too much and I can't get them connected to release it!" A myriad of colours, each pipe contains a piece of the key. A key that will hopefully end the torment and re-establish firm footing into the waking world.
"That stupid fucking fetal position won't work either", the double begins to whisper again, "It doesn't matter how much you squirm and change position, the pressure will remain. Buy the ticket, take the ride. After all these years, you still don't get it do you? What a fucking fool."
Like a baby, the original continues to stir and choke out guttural whines that are only audible to itself and the double. It has never felt such hesitation to rise from a broken sleep and try to find a way to alleviate the pressure. Squirming but not moving, it wrestles with the pressure, the pipes, the double, and finally rises. Sitting first, the head wobbles as if being held on by a unstable twig. The pressure in the head is like a fist trying to punch through the front of the skull. The lower back winces at its new found movement. The dull drum of its ache is almost a comfort now.
Swinging the body around so the feet can be put on the ground, the original gives one last half hearted breath (or is it a sigh?) before standing. The entire body shudders under the weight. The legs can't find themselves. "Atrophied already?", it thinks. Stumbling like a first born calf, it claws its fingers along the wall in an attempt to find a light switch and break the darkness. The fingers finally find the recognition they were looking for and the switch is triggered. A light goes on in the adjacent room.
Snickering from behind, the double utters a last comment before the original disappears into the light laden doorway.
"You know, this is only the beginning."
Wincing, the original sputters back, "I know", as it closes the door.

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death to traitors

' all our life is spent in this perpetuating malcontent' -mbm

Hey kids, Uncle Duke here. I thought I would take the chance to put up a piece that a friend of mine who I am collaborating with on other projects has just finished. Mr. Anderson, as we will call him, is working on a series of political art to help stir others out there in an attempt of realization and awareness that North America is in a state of 'a national nervous breakdown'. It is up to us to stop the tunnel vision mentality of politicians and help the everyday folk see through the clouds of blindness.


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the gunpowder plot

'Remember remember the 5th of November
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.'

It has now come and gone for another year. Where were you? Did you remember? Did a piece of you change because of it?
We are on the crest of another big and mighty wave my friends. Now is the time to stand up and ride it. It is up to us to push through the fear and doubt and rise against.
Educated revolution is at hand.
We see through the lies of governments and religious factions but if we do nothing to change it, the loop will continue.
It is our time.
Hold on to your ideas and turn them into action.
Share them with others.
It is our right to become something more, something better.
It is our responsibility spread the knowledge and act.
We are all individuals but we share an idea for the common good.
What will you do? How will you act? Who will you help?


The time is now.

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the highly infected god

babies born of oil
cell phone maggots digging into the skulls of the unaware
politicians laughing as money spills from their broken necks
the second hand of the world clock is winding up for the kill
Mother Earth is giving up the ghost
Pele is ready to erupt and burn the land
Buddah is on the verge of Hari Kari
Mohammad has gone back into the cave
the left hand of God is nowhere to be found while the right hand is feeding the fire
the ancient diseases are rearing their ugly heads
the shamen have left for higher ground
the world bank is taking out a second morgage
children hold their severed legs from land mines that car companies create
veterans of wars past roll over in thier graves wondering why they fought for a freedom nobody appreciates
the library is open yet nobody is reading
fear is the new world commodity
more farm land for more population that an Earth can not support
the world's largest biomass is consuming too much
'ignorance is bliss' was not meant to be taken literally
what were we hoping for?
no more guilt, no more loops
the cultural structure has to change
we are being taught to kill a God
and that God is us.


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'oh, this burning beard, i have come undone'

Hey kids, Duke here. Back again after some dark days. Back again after some light days. A rest to let thoughts whirl and whither, turn to dust and come back again. New movements are upon us. The days are becoming longer again on this side of the world, nature's inspiration is moving closer to its bloom. Wasn't that nice? Beautiful even? Now that you have the notion of blooming inspiration in your head, I want you to go see something for me. A film. A particular film that gave me a good 'ol slap in the face, a punch in the nose and a kick in the ass. This film is called 'V for Vendetta'. I'm sure many of you have already heard about it, possibly seen it or read the graphic novel. Well if you have seen it, go see it again. I honestly feel it to be the most important film of the 21st century to date. There have been other important films but none released on this scale; not with this type of content.
This film is a warning. A warning of a very possible future that could be. A future most of us wish to never come true. It shows us what we can learn from it. How we can stand up to it. It shows us how valuble our ideas actually are and what we can do to see past our lifetime. I can go on and on but I want you to go and have it for yourself.
Absorb this film.
Let it change you for the betterment.
It has changed me.
There is a new day I will remember and it is on the 5th of November.

Barstow out.

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no misanthrope here

I am the broken son.
The son of a society gone awry. I have been beaten, kicked, smashed. My passion has been stripped, my heart punctured. I have been eaten and spat out into a world of hate, greed and filth.
But still I fight.
I fight for me.
I fight for you.
I fight for us.
I fight for this society that seems content on the lowest common denominator and shoots down the ones that risk to rise above and help lead. I fight to give back.
This realization has made me stronger, has made all of us stronger. The realization that we are off, that the balance is gone. To admit and understand that we are in trouble, that we need help.
Do not ignore.
Fight.
Fight for the truth.
Fight for the real.
write
read
illustrate
dance
sculpt
paint
understand
Do this and you will achieve the balance. Enough of us do this and society will follow. Realize this and it can change for the betterment. 'You must be the change you wish to see in the world.' - Gandhi

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i am a new world samurai

rinse. repeat.
Say it with me,'I am a new world samurai'.
yes.
This is what we are. What we have to be. Live by the code, die by the code of what you believe.
belief.
At it's most basic means and our simplest of terms, that's all there is. It is there at our most critical and crucial times. When love and hope have all but disappeared into the void, belief will remain.
Now, all you have to ask yourself is, 'What do you believe?'
Is your belief enough to move through the challenges ahead?
Is your belief enough to see through the clouds of blindness others will cast on you?
Is your belief enough to stand alone?
Is your belief worth dying for?
I believe it is.

My name is Duke Barstow and I am a new world samurai.

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