:::nostress::: ...(please?)

Thursday, December 11, 2003

diggin'

got Bé Oooo Bé on my hands or other kind of sex tremis ts in my mailbox or just freaks dono... that's strange shit. Kaos baby. Stressfree poetry? Maybe we'll give it a shot... First break. Break it up. Fundamentally guerrilla. Let them watch me. Drive them nuts changing plans. Get the people to love us. They should never know what the next move is. Strike unexpectedly. We never walk alone. I guess order slipped my mind. That's what the ones reading my mail don't seem to grasp. We are one already. The message is already out. What can they do? Create martyrs? The fix is already in. I don't know the jokers. What they gonna do? Check every mailbox of Antwerp? Kill us for entartete Kunst? Each one of us? tis echt ik zweer het oe. no paranoia. They are checking positive and even agressively. Picking up mail sending it with virus bombs etc. the whole works. Write this down and send it out to all ART IS A VIRUS that's the future. we are one and no stress: implossion is explosion! Play with us! Nuage language. Minder is meer. The info is already out to the youngsters. NOW it's multiplying rappidly... like a virus. beyond your, mine and their control. I stopped controlling the game. We are all the guru. Dig it?
. . .by Be Lan Ko

Posted by: slÖ / 22:05