The fuckin’ ceiling, man, that’s what’s up, but it’s all a-gonna come on down, ya dig? The whole system and the sky is falling and I ain’t no canary no Chicken Little, thas right

ahh
me confused

confusion is sex, and sex is anarchy, and anarchy is love, and love is peace—ya heard? let’s not launch missiles, let’s launch confussiles so we can bewilder all the dupes and shock them out of their stagnant matrices

oh, that’s nice

it ain’t nice, sister, it’s mean cuz when Samson brought down the pillars of the capitalist Pharisees the sky came crashing down on him, too, and the cloudy hallucinations of Delilah cut his hair and his goddamn nuts off and the pigs are gonna come, they’re gonna come all over you if they suspect you’re a revolutionary cuz they got canaries too, they’ll bash your skull in and call you a fairy just cuz yer head is hairy