lady day...

...in Ordog's absence, like North Korea, the
antics go on as if instructions were provided... and
the faces at once seem mundane: former Bus
Drivers, surly waiters, delivery men, butchers, Piano
teachers... though they're only this way on the
surface, beneath there's bodies moving without
teeth, a man screaming with a smiling face...
interview with Professor Michelada
[transcription three, February 28th]
...of course, we know more of fallacy than
truth, especially so when those we deem Holy,
worthy of special attention, deceived us... people as
Mr Orwell, where you read this long novel, 1984,
you read about all the rather dark machinations of
things that actually soon occur, like a warning, o
thank you Mr Orwell a clever person thinks, thank
you for warning of what is done to our mind's, this
Big Brother is very much not a figment of a fictive
imagination but really a way to process our ways,
move us around in unquestionable ways, and then
he has the audacity to write: He loved Big Brother...
how can you do this, these words are an affront Mr
Orwell to everything you warned us about, and I'm
surprised more people are not disgusted by this...
this idea that regardless of the illogical fallacy of
sterilized thought, mostly of control there is no real
escape, there's this hanky panky of acceptance... i
feel an anger erupt when i think that this is the
ideal perception of the intelligentsia... it's absurd
how we must sit through such ordeals of deceptions
that are rarely mentioned, and when they are then
swept under a rather dirty rug...
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