manic magicians ponder contradictions—conjuring new weapons for this system’s demolition…superhuman revelations infuse our psychic places—breeding insight and inspiration for our tribe’s preservation… seeing molecules in formation–hearing voices of inspiration…we prowl the streets of gotham fueled by drug-fueled desperation… the toxic essence of our nation is replayed on tv stations—white supremacist […]
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the night is pregnant with possibilities aroused and penetrated by my manic brain…the joy is punctuated with urgency—and i am anything but insane..we are organizing with all our strength to uproot a totalitarian regime—we are fighting to amplify our many struggles using all of our arsenal deployed by any means…my […]
electrified by the moon and intoxicated by the stars—i seek fellow travelers in electric clubs and hipster bars…i want forever tonight—i want it deep in my soul—i will accrue passing years but i will never grow old…the future of our tribe lies with the nascent generations arising—we fight for liberation […]
rising proud and standing strong—the quest for justice is centuries long…we brand our bodies like graf-heads bomb walls—we tell our stories in colors and we celebrate our beauty with songs…i crossed paths today with a beautifully branded phoenix—traveling from afar and resonating with my matrix…we give from our souls as […]
infinitesimal but potent they control our minds—training nerves and synapses to fire deep inside…a toxic virus has arisen laced with systemic crime—distorting our collaborative nature and reenacting the lord of the flies…we are ruled by heartless robber barons—skilled only in legalized theft…their souls are sickly and barren—they are steering us […]
hyper-stimulated with eyes dilated—we celebrate the night until desire is sated…neurons wired and never tired—we seek ecstatic bliss and carnal delight…rebel divas styled fly always catch my eye—holding it down on the dance floor and making pretty boys cry…the search for ecstasy is so hypnotic—mesmerizing my mind and uprooting all […]
she is a ninja of the night—a living angel aloft in flight…she is the mistress of sexual delight—and the arbiter of cosmic karma’s might…our sisters are rising proud—demanding solidarity…its time to shut patriarchy down—time for transcendent feminism to claim the streets…we marched for black women—we marched to uproot white supremacy…meaningful […]
i am an angel patrolling mortal waters—seeking my brethren—my sons and daughters…by day i organize my tribe in the fight for cosmic truth—by night i tag walls and wear studded combat boots…i am a polyvalent poltergeist—a shape-shifter in poetic garb…i am powered by erotic energy—my mind thrives when cybernetically charged…street […]
its 4 am and i am intoxicated by dopamine–generated by the thirst i feel to transform our world…in a few hours we will take the streets and let our beautiful banners unfurl…its the day before yet another mobilization and i wonder about the depth of our resistance… i wonder about […]
so intoxicating—the pulsating aroma of erotic masculinity…so consuming—the unquenchable thirst for carnal company…manic zen is my home in these hours—i feel crescendos of ecstasy and sensual power…i long for nothing more potent than to share this energy with another…in this space on my spectrum i seek lovers and karmic brothers…bodies […]
flying high on dopamine i see visions in the sky…hieroglyphics everywhere seducing my mind late at night…when i close my eyes i see wormholes to distant galaxies…we must resist the pathologization of our tribe’s neurodiversity…i dream in staccato rhythms–refueling energy for the day ahead…i am wired in deep meditation–or feining […]
visions again—under the faint influence of internally created hallucinogens…a star migrating across the sky at an unnatural velocity—rivers of power flowing through my mind and body…a corona of light emerges to surround the flying star—leaving my brain wired and craving more…the sky maps our destiny—we are called to be space […]
i seduce with my mind—forging love deep inside…branding fame branding pride—taking your heart along for the ride…celestial lovers intertwine—astrologies realign…revolutionizing time—breeding an army fueled by desire…queer armadas and street art vixens—challenge power and threaten the system…building power to mount our resistance—reenvisioning a cosmic mission… lust and love—hope and rage…intermingle in […]
biochemical psychic fires fuel my journey and stoke my pyre…i live to love and love to live—i take no more than i have to give…we strive to transform this toxic system—we resist in tune with subterranean rhythms…the synergistic byproducts of neurodiversity are evident in art, in music, and in me…we […]
visceral faith ebbs and flows—raising the roof and opening doors…giving in to what we do not know—blessed by angels and demons above and below…apostasy and symphony—alchemy and artistry…building a struggle rooted deep—ruling the night and holding the keys…our movements rise to fight and strive—seeking more than being merely alive…astrological serpents […]
whose streets—our streets—so said the cops while suppressing speech…black lives on trial—neo-nazis on the rise—such a toxic miasma of moribund white pride…a US base on holy land—a criminal alliance—suppressing palestinian dreams—a magnet for arab defiance…our world grows smaller—and increasingly imperiled—climate change is threatening—our social system is sterile…its time to […]
our minds evolve at light speed—overstimulated by the digital detritus of our age…we are mired in ever more complicated webs of psychosocial distress–anxiety, depression, dysphoria and dissociation…simultaneously we are confronted by a toxic political miasma—patriarchal, transphobic, and misogynist white supremacy dressed in a cloak of post-apocalyptic patriotism…we resist with all […]
i am hypnotized by the starlight refracting through clouds…i feel power in my mind–a power to control humankind…the shimmering light makes me think i can see the digital miasma–vistas of dark matter outlining the emerging cylon matrix…to evolve is to be human–and ever mutating creation…in the dark night of this […]
i imagine the contours of your body and mind–i await the future instant when our tongues will intertwine…i dream of your presence–holding an image of you inside–i pray for the day when our paths cross late at night…you are my mystery lover–a figment of imagination–i long for your reality–for new […]
my mind aflame with inspiration–my heart aflutter with expectation…I gaze at stars to define the matrix–for our tribe’s looming liberation…psychotropic and euphoric–so seductive and ecstatic…melding minds and fueling the tantric–seeing angels on high–so hypnotic…the synergy of tactics escalates–the symmetry of visions percolates…the primacy of solidarity animates–the potency of resistance conquers […]
we see our destiny in stars, in visions, and in dreams…we pray for strength in this moment to resist this toxic proto-fascist disease…known as freaks to some, for our neurodiversity…we rise determined and fight as one–demanding a new way of being…manic depressive or schizophrenic–we are more than our diagnoses…defying codification […]
seductive eyes and sexy smiles—cyber-wired to organize…carnal lust and karmic love—dedicated to stars above…we are future lovers—trans and queer…overthrowing this system and its toxic debris…prefiguring our destiny in our work in this moment—imagining centuries of karma transcendent…sexed up men in mesh and lace—flirt with femmes blessed with grace…love and lust […]
striving to live in the moment but craving so much more…neurons firing in a torrent –craving gaga’s lucious cure…time is so relative–so subject to perceptive change…we relive our pasts incessently until we learn to carve our own way…sex-charged and politically radical–the most potent combination…my pansexuality leaves me a man-whore–seeking seduction […]
ancient myths meet modern rites—karmic lovers conjoin at night…orion’s arrow pierced medusa’s hide—serpents strike-gorge-then die…icarus flew to heaven’s door—wings hand-made withstood no more…burned alive on nirvana’s shore—giving birth to hellenic lore…rosa told the story of sisyphus—moving rocks in a toxic grip…class war maps our karmic trip—marching hard with chain-mailed fists…prohomo […]
cylon jedis grind their teeth—grooving to a hard house beat…recruiting an army to take out this cabal—uniting the subaltern and rediscovering cosmic powers…trans and queer are flying high—resisting the bigots and steeling our style…organizing is a creative art when revolutionary theory comes to life…we must build centers of resistance with […]
rebels arise from every corner of our country–demanding justice for immigrants–decrying hate and bigotry…amidst this kaleidoscope of resistance we must create space to strategize–find time to dig deeper–find new ways to organize…too many on the left view dc as a stage–a place for parades that ignore the disenfranchised residents of […]