cover collage walter beckers copyright 2001 the 22 year old cassius ...

JAPANESE A MIRACLE MAN YOU HAD TO REPEAT
NUMEROUS TIMES TO THE PRESS YOU ONLY DID SURVIVE
BY EATING FROZEN RATS NOT TO BE SPECIFIC ONLY IN
GERMAN YOU SAID SOGAR KOMMUNISTISCHES
MENSCHENFLEISCH YOU TOLD US YOU LOVED IT WHEN
BROILED MEDIUM WELL BUT THEN SURVIVING WAS GOOD
BUSINESS TOO AS YOU STAYED FOR SEVERAL WEEKS ON
THE BATTLEFIELD COLLECTING THOUSANDS OF GOLDEN
TEETH LOTS OF PAPER MONEY PLENTY OF GOLDEN
WATCHES BUT MOST OF ALL YOU COLLECTED WEDDING
RINGS & LOVE LETTERS OF BROKEN BODIES OR CALL IT
BROKEN MARRIAGES YOU MELTED INTO YOUR POETRY
OF A FROZEN LANDSCAPE OF BREUGHEL THE OLD OR
PUT IN YOUR SORROW THE ARCHITECTURE OF A P.P.
RUBENS' TRIUMPHAL ARCH TRANSFERRED INTO DELFT
BLUE WITH THE COMPUTER THAT MADE GARY KASPAROV
CRY LIKE A WET BABY JEALOUS OF THE FORTUNE YOU
COLLECTED ON A HEROIC BATTLEFIELD OF WHICH I
PRETEND IT WAS THE THEFT OF OUR FUTURE VALUES AS
AFTER ALL THE CHILDREN OF OUR DEAD FRIENDS
BECAME YOUR ENEMIES WHO WERE SO STUPID TO FIGHT
FOR DAS VATERLAND UND DEN VERRÜCKTEN "GOTT MIT
UNS" BUT NEVERTHELESS THE DEAD AMERICAN
SOLDIERS THEY TOO HAD PAPER MONEY ON WHICH THEY
PRINTED "IN GOD WE TRUST" SO LET US LEAVE IT BEHIND
BE IT STRONG DEUTSCHE MARKEN OR WORTHLESS
ROEBELS NOT TO MENTION INFLATIVE LIRES MADE OF
TOTAL PHANTASY JUST LIKE IN THE MOVIES WE CANNOT
UNDERSTAND NEITHER CAN WE RESIST THE CONSTANT
METAMORPHOSIS INJECTED BY HOLLYWOOD
CANNIBALISM THE SWAMPED THROATS OF WHAT
ACTORS MUST FEEL IN FRONT OF THE TROJAN CAMERA
FUCKING CHAINED GORILLAS OR FLORIDA-ALLIGATORS
LOOKING INTO THE WASTE OF PRECIOUS TIME ON
CELLULOID NEVER EXPECTING ANOTHER WALT WHITMAN
WRITING THICK BOOKS ABOUT I LOVE YOU I HATE YOU I
AM ASHAMED OF YOU I AM PROUD OF YOU OR
WHATSOEVER IMAGINATION ABOUT YOU DISAPPOINT ME
WHEN YOU THINK IT IS REAL ANY DEAL HAS BEEN MADE
UP TO BE FORMULATED AS INTENTIONAL ROBBERY HAS
BEEN SACRIFICED BY DAILY BETRAYAL A DREARY
CONSTRUCTION OF DARLINGS IN AN ARROGANT SOCIETY
ALREADY CHEATING ON SWEETHEARTS LONG BEFORE
WE WERE BORN WE CONTINUE TO PROJECT THIS
PHANTASY AS LONG AS THE ABSTRACT IDEA OF
ANOTHER FUTURE WILL EXIST IN OUR THINKING IT WAS
J.P. SARTRE WHO SHOWED ME CHEZ LIPP WE HAVE
BECOME THE SOAP OPERA WHICH KEEPS WASHING OUR
DIRT UNTIL THE MORGUE WE KEEP GOING TO THE
THEATRE THE RACES OR THE BULLFIGHT EXPECTING TO
ASSIST TO MURDER OR SMASHING DEATH HOPING THE
VICTIM WILL BE SODOMIZED THE HERO CUT INTO SMALL
PIECES READY FOR BLOODY BURGER CONSUMPTION
PROVIDING YOU SATISFICTION ASSURING OURSELVES WE
STILL MIGHT SURVIVE AT LEAST FOR A WHILE I MEAN
WHAT WE CALL FOR A LONG TIME THE WAY WE
COMPLIMENT PEOPLE ON THEIR BIRTHDAY WITH MANY
RETURNS OF THE DAY WE HAVE TO BE DRAMATIC WE
LIKE IT THERE IS NO OTHER WAY THIS IS THE END OF
WHICH WE TRY TO ESCAPE WE MUST RESHAPE THAT
WASTED LANDSCAPE WE NEED THIS IDEA OF
RESURRECTION FOR OUR MIND USING MAGICAL LENSES
TO TRY TO REDISCOVER FAITH-TRUST-ORDER WE MUST
APPLY FOR ANOTHER WAR SHAPELESS UNAWARE OF
ANY CRASH WE NO LONGER HAVE A TRUSTFUL
FUNCTION WE ONLY ARE THE PRISONERS OF OUR
CARCINOGENIC BLOOD WE CANNOT TRANSFORM INTO
ANOTHER DESTINY THE USE OF OUR MADE-SICK BODIES