I WILLL NOT GO TO WAR
(TODAY TOMORROW OR EVER FOR YOUR LOST MIND MR. PRE-SIDENT)
You want me to lay on the hard tarmac my head split open my eyebrows on fire my jaw dislocated my children pulling off my shoes for their teacher me screaming, how much money do you get my father? None. I can see in your eyes no money, the man you served for thirty years drinking his piss and blood, why should I do this in front of them, my wife torn apart, why?
You ask me, you tell me to go! Why? for WHAT? Country? God?
SHIT NO NO I WILL NOT they can burn you in hell WILD
what my penis belittled by you to win what for who not you my father you lost should I should I drink your shit while
no no good my skin skinned for my country no no no i won’t
oh you in my place your penis burn red off OK screaming longlong time my wife’s tongue torn off all your money nothing
no no no just unrelenting white pain
in front of your mother nailed to burning metal good everyone watching for your country?
no for your god three times dying no sleep your children burning inside you
is that alright, is that right?
no that’s good i want to stick a burning poker in your eyes my dear.
Cold fusion too sleet sorry
it was ok when he was Cassius Clay but with Muhammad Ali we can’t sell the house!
yes yes Judy i do but please stop we can’t sell the house if you keep screaming
its ok we love you we love you
and we love america cos we do
look, man, all we ask is that you go and do your duty,
come on I thought I thought we had agreed
i do agree, but this time you have to stick the burning spike up your client, then i will, you first.
No no.
what is there to talk about you freak. Somebody has to do it I thought you were a big man
look just all it is iS burning your face off and ripping your penis off and no money.
NO MONEY JUST FUCKING DO IT IT, COME ON MAN, COME ON!
NO EVERYONE DOES THIS, IT’S JUST A dream you don’t have to worry about it
what the hell
afterwards we’ll go skiing in the alps in the good clean snow.
TUESDAY MARCH 2015
I live with a cockroach, a lizard, a frog and a large moth, all introduced to me by my cat Daphne. I am in essence their guardian and I have my hands full organizing their well being. As a matter of fact there is little else I can do my hands are full. Admittedly it’s been an unlooked for development but there you are. Therefore at this time rather at this juncture I must hang up my career and devote myself to recording their lives as opposed to my own. There are those who will say its curse or I am out of mind, but at least let me introduce them.
I live in a dead world and I am dead. I hate art. I hate artists. I hate families. I have been dead for a long time. Sometimes you have to die to see.
In America we are all dead we have died here as a people because we live off the dead. President Obama is the best President we ever had because he has tried to stop the carnage and every day he is killed. There is nothing left here and there is nowhere to go. Why has death been so popular here for so long. Why is the Walking Dead the most poplars show? Because we are the walking dead. We bring death with us wherever we go and we go everywhere without going anywhere. For the sake of love if you feel any love for human beings stop pretending there is an America. We have killed everything that was ever good about this country starting with the Indians who were so superior to us as human beings, they loved this land. We have never loved this land. Never. We have raped and killed it endlessly. The black people in this country who we stole and raped and beat and killed and who we kill every minute are so far superior to us as human beings. We are lost. We are gone. We are dead. We just don’t know it yet. And anyone who clings to the logo of God they invented as an excuse to kill for money deserves to die in their imagined hell.
I raise my voice to the world and say forget us. Exterminate us before we kill all of you. We Americans are the Walking Dead. We are so deceased with our love of the data of death we deserve to die. Please Kill all of us before we kill you. There is nothing here but death, this poor hustled land needs to die it begs to die. Nobody can breathe here in this toxic horror. Only through the total and absolute incineration of this evil and deceased land will life survive on the planet. Americans hate to leave their land they have nowhere to go. So please begin now and you can be sure to get all of us. Do to us what we did to the Vietnamese. I will stay here. I am as guilty as anyone. I too once loved and celebrated this murderous people. Hurry up it’s time.
It hasn’t always been this way.
I cannot write about the past. I can only write about now. Oh God now
BOCKRIS: Have you learned a lot from living with your cats?
BURROUGHS: Oh heavens! I’ve learned immeasurably. I’ve learned compassion. I remember when I was out at the stone house, Ruski sort of attacked one of the kittens. I gave him a light slap and then he disappeared. He was so hurt. And I knew where he was. I went out into the barn and found him sulking there, picked him up and carried him back. Just the slightest slap like that. This was his human; his human had betrayed him. Oh heavens yes I’ve learned from my cats. They reflect you in a very deep way. They just opened up a whole area of compassion in me. I remember lying in my bed and weeping and weeping to think that a nuclear catastrophe would destroy them. I could just see people driving by saying, “Kill your dogs and cats.” I spent hours just crying. Oh my God. Then there is constantly the feeling that there could be some relationship between me and the cats and that I might have missed it. People think of me as being cold – some woman wrote that I could not admit any feelings at all. My God. I am so emotional that sometimes I can’t stand the intensity. I’m very subject to violent fits of weeping, for very good reasons.
