The Nihilist the nihilist chaotic wild.
in a convenience store.
knocks down displays.
mteal stand clangs marble floor,
postcards fall,
tear them to shreds
or trample them with dogshit shoe-tread.
Run out.
Jump in car
through the window,
shatter if it ain't open,
go riding.
speed.
Cut off.
piss off.
Curse off.
Scream into air.
Cause accidents.
Crash.
fuckin' explosions, man.
boom, aah, ahh, feel nice.
Feel worth.
Hate the world,
groan in disgust at it.
The only way to make it better,
to make change,
to be impactful
is to destroy.
but love the world,
feel warm and fuzzy inside for it,
cuz if it weren't here
you would have nothing
to destroy.
Deconstruct.
Let it all come down.
Bring it down
to zero.
nil.
epiphany registers guitar feedback en masse
via lou reed's metal machine music,
the very concept
orgasmic
so much more counter-intuitive
than infinity
infinity is redundant
and a lot
to work against;
the laws of physics are a lot
to work against.
Prove that mass is not conserved.
Massacre mass.
when you destroy,
you subtract from
infinity.
so it is no longer infinite.
and it feels good.
makes statement.
Shocks shit, dig?
the people, the masses
stagnantly stuck
like motherfuckin' sitting ducks.
the destruction,
acting-out
of line,
be non-linear
be parabolaic,
will enlighten
release them from cultural brambles
tear society off its throne
down to shambles.
Eliminate control.
don't control can't control me
agh... rancor...
exorcize the beast within,
tying knots,
makes me vomit
and i vomit
anarchy
pure as vicious bowel movement.