Schizoid I - Abyrdun/School/Holy Circle/Spastic/Lunacy

—Stream of thought work, may not be completely coherent. Themes: Friend Groups, Social Alienation, Online Communities, Education, Positive Disintegration Theory, Discomfort—

Schizoid I - 

Abyrdun/School/Holy Circle/Spastic/Lunacy

Consciousness

is a burden to bear

when riddled with guilt,

vision impaired,

Everything fading and

Everything young-

Unsure of anything

but the presence

of our own

bewilderment…

…And the love that

squandered its days

inside colourless classrooms,

starved of passion,

shivering in the shadows

of Holy Moguls,

tail between legs,

damp eyed and

desperate for

the lint

necessary to keep us

awake.

Loner’s loaning laughs

in exchange for more-

smiles to assist in the

illumination

of lunch rooms,

life attracting life

to keep each other

alive.

Detail irrelevant

in recalling

the reverence-

of every roar

of recalled 

reference

and daft

((yet sacred))

anecdotes-

acting as

antidotes to the

mental whirlwind

of razor-bladed,

never sated,

desire for 

"success"…

plastering infantile faces

from day

one.

Wholly aware of the nonsense,

so abundant, astounding, & surrounding

us

every school day.

Attracting more,

the hungry amoeba

driven by

pilgrim teens

wishing to 

fully understand

everyone.

ECSTASY THROUGH LETHARGY!

Virtual selves &

Virtual Friends-

Virtual communities

More Valuable

to us

than virtually

any of those

ignorant of such. 

And You as I,

and I is the

he/she/it

is all,

the single entity

known no longer as

"God"

but

"Love".

Think upon the sacred rooms

and great spiritual figures

we have experienced.

Not Churches,

Nor Christ,

Nor Yahweh,

Nah Way!

Our synagogues are the spare rooms,

where we have drank ourselves blind

and smoked ourselves stupid,

in sweaty and tepid slumber-

Thankful -(though unaware?)

Not for drugs,

Nor movies,

Nor steak,

Nor attempts to bake

our socks on light-bulbs

just for the sake of absurdity,

But the shared experience

and solidarity felt.

The Real Core Happiness,

The Existential Joy of the

Bees in the Ballroom. 

And your limbs are mine,

and mine yours,

steering a spastic

through a rave

on hot coals;

tripping through the faceless potential

that was fully digested

by a great, scaled, furious,

incurious mountain

of gelatinous

idiocy… 

…And WE are the Lunatic.

We are the shaman shaking his rattle

to freeform madness,

making his way through Hell

with an unshifting smile,

planting seeds in the battlefield.

WE are the Lunatic.

We are the lonesome radio host

playing Duran-Duran

post apocalypse,

spouting erratic and bizarre frequency

in a seemingly useless attempt to tune you in again.

WE are the Lunatic. 

YOU are the everyone,

the no-one with hope.

The suit that absolves themselves 

of individual responsibility because

'everyone does'

because YOU were just

'following orders'.

YOU have locked your mind in a casket.

YOU exist only as social context.

YOU are the primitive man

guided near-exclusively by biological impulse.

YOU are the uncriticized  endorsement 

of everyone else.

YOU are the adherence to convention.

YOU are the autonomous coward

who walks in circles forever.

YOU are the one who was cheated.

YOU are the one who deserved more.

and WE are the Lunatic.

10/12/13