Advanced Work

Democracy came back all, Inamorata, Inamorata, I love tomorrow-- Foucault said we're all crazy in the middle of society, advised staying at the edge while I love tomorrow-- You will be punished until you give up your commitment to madness, and you will be punished until you give up your commitment to blackness, and the punishment is madness and the punishment is blackness, Foucault said. Thinking became another type of labor and if you didn't get paid to do it, you stopped? And if a thought could be demonstrated it became a weapon and the punishment, and you wept. And if you could be hurt by this you were crazy and would be punished until you gave up your commitment to tomorrow, and the punishment is tomorrow, and you pressured peace into a stranger's arms. And it kept going, like voters in line to say maybe, maybe so, but at least we make these choices, I voted, I voted

You want to cultivate your soul? In filth like this. You want to cultivate your soul?