Andrew Lovely

I had a dream, deep in the machine

[andrewlovely]

Αντικατόπτριση

Πήγα στην Πηγή. Εκεί βρήκα τον επιστάτη-θυρωρό της Αναβλύζουσας Πηγής, τον γεωπόνο-ανθοκόμο του γύρω Βασιλικού Κήπου, τον Θεοφάνη. Ο Θεοφάνης μου μετέδωσε αυτά τα οποία σας μεταφέρω, όπως τα άκουσα, εγώ, ο 13ος μικρός και ταπεινός υπηρέτης του Θεού, που θεωρούσα κάποτε τον εαυτό μου μεγάλο: ο ζαβολιάρης-πανούργος καταφερτζής, ο αξιαγάπητος απατεωνίσκος, ο ρακένδυτος, ο ανεπανάληπτος και--

«Θεοδόση!»

Ε, συγγνώμη, παρασύρθηκα πάλι…

<ψιθυριστά> Εντάξει, συγγνώμη Θεοφάνη…

Αχέμ… Λοιπόν, ε… Τι λέγαμε πάλι;

Α ναι!

Αχέμ!

<σηκώνει τον δείκτη του δεξιού του χεριού ψηλά, δίπλα από το κεφάλι του, με στόμφο και με τα μάτια του κλειστά, πολύ ικανοποιημένος με τον εαυτό του> Και είπε λοιπόν ο Δάσκαλος!

«Υπάρχει πολύ σημαντική διαφορά ανάμεσα στην κρίση και στην κατάκριση. Η κατάκριση εμπεριέχει έναν μεγάλο και πανούργο κλέφτη, που μπαίνει μέσα στο σπίτι σου ενώ εσύ λείπεις σε διάγγελμα. Εισέρχεται και σου λέει ότι αυτά που επικρίνεις στους άλλους, δεν τα κάνεις εσύ! Και σου κλέβει την ηρεμία, τη γαλήνη, και την καθαρή συνείδηση του εαυτού σου.

Η αγνή κρίση αντιθέτως δεν εμπεριέχει κανέναν κλέφτη• έρχεται γυμνή και σου λέει την αλήθεια. Έρχεται και σου λέει ότι αυτά που κάνουν οι άλλοι είναι κακά, και το ξέρεις ακριβώς επειδή αυτά τα έχεις κάνει εσύ ο ίδιος! Και ξέρεις εσύ πως έχεις νιώσει μέσα σου όταν έχεις μιλήσει ή συμπεριφερθεί έτσι• οπότε από προσωπική εμπειρία ξέρεις γιατί αυτά που επικρίνεις είναι κακά• δεν έρχεσαι σαν ξένος τουρίστας να κάνεις υποδείξεις.

Καμιά φορά περνάμε κάποιον για τουρίστα αλλά τα φαινόμενα απατούν: σε ξέρει πολύ καλύτερα απ' ότι νομίζεις, διότι όταν σε αντικρύζει, δεν βλέπει παρά τον ίδιο του τον εαυτό! Αυτός που βλέπει μ' αυτά τα μάτια βλέπει με το βλέμμα της αγάπης• και η ίδια η όρασή του είναι η αγάπη. Αν έχεις νιώσει έτσι σε κάποιες στιγμές συνέχισε: είσαι σε καλό δρόμο.

Όταν βλέπεις τη γατούλα, ή το σκυλάκι, νιώθεις αυτήν την αγάπη χωρίς όρους• ακόμη κι αν σου κάνουν ζαβολιές! Η ίδια σου η όραση γίνεται η αγάπη που βλέπει.

Αν τύχει και εκείνη τη στιγμή αντικρίσεις και τη δική σου εικόνα στην ανακλαστική επιφάνεια του παραθύρου, να ακόμη κι ένα πλασματάκι. Αυτό το πλασματάκι γιατί δεν το αγαπάς; Με αυτήν την αγάπη που κοίταξες εσύ το γατάκι, έτσι ακριβώς σε βλέπει ο Θεός, τώρα, τώρα δα που αντικρίζεις αυτό το ανθρώπινο πλασματάκι μπροστά σου. Ποιανού είναι η όρασή σου; Αν μείνεις με την αγάπη που νιώθεις όταν βλέπεις τη γατούλα, που η ίδια η αγάπη είναι που βλέπει, και δεις τον εαυτό σου επιτόπου στην αντανάκλαση του γυαλιού του παραθύρου ή της μπαλκονόπορτας, πριν προλάβει η προσωπικότητά σου να ξαναεδραιωθεί ακαριαία• σ' αυτό το μικρό κενό, πριν προλάβει η μικρή προσωπικότητά σου να επέμβει, ποιος βλέπει;

Αν παραμείνεις εδώ, με την όραση που αγαπά, που είναι η ίδια η αγάπη που βλέπει, και ξαφνικά σου φύγει, μην ανησυχείς. Είδες μόνο μία στιγμή; Παρέμεινες για μια στιγμή εδώ; Μπορείς πάντοτε να επιστρέψεις εδώ. Και αυτή η μια στιγμή ήταν ο σπόρος που θα βγάλει δέντρο δυνατό και θα βγάζει άφθονο καρπό• θα είναι η πηγή που αναβλύζει• και όσο περισσότερο αναβλύζει, τόσο πιο γεμάτη είναι• και όσους περισσότερους καρπούς βγάλει το δέντρο, τόσους περισσότερους έχει• αυτό είναι το φυσικό. Στη Βασιλεία του Θεού αυτό είναι το φυσικό.

Με την αγάπη που κοίταξες το γατάκι, που είναι η ίδια η αγάπη που σε βλέπει, παρέμεινε εδώ• κάτσε μαζί μου λίγο. Αυτός που σου μιλάει είσαι εσύ, τώρα δα, που βλέπεις την αντικατόπτρισή σου στο παράθυρο. Γιατί μισείς τον εαυτό σου;

Με την αγάπη που κοίταξες το γατάκι, έτσι ακριβώς σε κοιτάω κι εγώ, όταν εσύ δε με βλέπεις. Είναι η ίδια η αγάπη που βλέπει, και αν παραμείνεις εδώ μέσα σε αυτήν την αγάπη που σε βλέπει, τότε αυτήν την αγάπη μπορείς να την πάρεις μαζί σου• ακόμη κι όταν σηκωθείς, μέσα στην αγάπη μου θα περπατάς. Τώρα είναι και δική σου.

Όταν δεις τον συνάνθρωπό σου, δες τώρα εδώ αυτό το πλασματάκι. Και γιατί από “σοβαρός συνάνθρωπος” τώρα έγινε μικρό και αξιαγάπητο πλασματάκι; Γιατί είναι η ίδια η αγάπη που τον βλέπει. Είναι η ίδια η αγάπη που κοίταξε το γατάκι πριν.

Είναι η ίδια η αγάπη που κοιτάει εσένα τώρα• κοίταξε κάτω: τι βλέπεις; Στήθος, χέρια, πόδια… και κοιλίτσα! Και αυτό το μικρό πλασματάκι μέσα στην αγάπη μου είναι, που είναι η αγάπη σου. Είναι και δική σου τώρα. Και το πλασματάκι συμμετέχει!

Δεν το καταλαβαίνεις ότι ό,τι κι αν κάνεις, όπου κι αν πας, ό,τι κι αν πεις, πάλι για μένα θα είσαι ένα αξιαγάπητο, σκανδαλιάρικο πλασματάκι; Πώς όπου κι αν πας, πάλι μέσα στην αγάπη μου θα βρίσκεσαι, ακόμη κι αν δεν το θέλεις, ακόμη και όταν δεν θέλεις να σε δω, ή να σε πω με το όνομά σου; Στη χειρότερη, δεν θα σε δω, γιατί δεν θα σε αναγνωρίζω, και θα μου είσαι κάτι αλλόκοτο, κάτι ξένο. Μόλις όμως σε αναγνωρίσω, θα πω “Επέστρεψε ο φίλος μου ο Αντρέας!” Ή “Επέστρεψε ο φίλος μου ο Βασίλης!” Ή “Επέστρεψε η φίλη μου η Νάντια!” Μόλις σε καταλάβω, δε γλυτώνεις! Είσαι καλεσμένος και στον γάμο και στα βαφτίσια! Και θα βλαστημάς, και θα λες, “Μα, έχουμε δουλειές εδώ πέρα, έχουμε υποθέσεις σοβαρές να κοιτάξουμε, δεν έχουμε χρόνο γι' αυτές τις ανοησίες, τι είναι αυτά που μας λες τώρα;” Ή ο καλλιτέχνης θα πει, “Μα έχω το έργο μου να φροντίσω…” Ο έμπορας, “Την επιχείρησή μου!” Αλλά εγώ σε είδα! Τέλος! Η μάλλον, σπάσανε τα νερά! Το μωρό έρχεται! Και κανείς δεν μπορεί να σταματήσει αυτήν την αναγέννηση• ούτε εσύ ο ίδιος.

Τα πλασματάκια όλα συμμετέχουν και παίζει κι έναν μικρό ρόλο τούτο δω το πλασματάκι. Ήταν “μεγάλος και σοβαρός καλλιτέχνης” όταν τον βρήκα. Τώρα, που τον βρίσκω, που τον χάνω.»

Ήμουνα θαρρούσα μεγάλος και σοβαρός βλέπετε και τώρα έγινα μικρός. Αν βρίσκετε αλήθεια στα λόγια μου, δεν είναι δικά μου• δεν σας μίλησα εγώ. Σας μίλησε η αναβλύζουσα πηγή που ανα-ανακάλυψα, που θυμήθηκα, που με βρήκε.

Αν κάτι που σας μετέφερα δεν ηχεί αληθινά, μπορεί να έχετε δίκιο. Μήπως έκανα λάθος; Μήπως έγινε κάποιο λάθος στη μεταφορά; Είμαι και άνθρωπος βλέπετε. Να το ψάξετε μέσα σας, και μόνο εκεί θα βρείτε την απάντηση. Η αναβλύζουσα πηγή είναι μέσα σας• εμπιστευτείτε αυτήν πριν εμπιστευτείτε εμένα. Αν έχω πει κάτι λάθος, απορρίψτε το. <σηκώνει και πάλι τον δείκτη του δεξιού του χεριού ψηλά, δίπλα από το κεφάλι του, με στόμφο και με τα μάτια του κλειστά, πολύ ικανοποιημένος με τον εαυτό του> Το πλασματάκι συμμετέχει, αλλά το πλασματάκι κάνει και λάθη!

<ξαφνικά ανήσυχος> Θεοφάνη, αυτό είναι εντάξει;

Φχιου! <αναστενάζει, ξεφυσάει, και σκουπίζει τον ιδρώτα από το μέτωπό του, βυθισμένος σε μια εξάντληση αλλά και σε μια αλλόκοτη ρέμβη> Ε… Α ναι! Αχέμ!

Στη διάθεσή σας λοιπόν!

— Ο Θεοδόσης, ο ζαβολιάρης-πανούργος ο ρακένδυτος, ο αξιαγάπητος απατεωνίσκος, ο ανεπανάληπτος, ο--

«Θεοδόση!»

Ε… να… χεχε… και…

«Αλίμονό σου!»

<και με μια γρήγορη αναπνοή κοφτά ξεστομίζει μονομιάς> και ο 13ος μικρός και ταπεινός υπηρέτης του Θεού-- <κάνει έναν απότομο ελιγμό με το κεφάλι του για να αποφύγει την παντόφλα που μόλις του πέταξε ο Θεοφάνης> και του Θεοφάνη!

«Τι σου είπα;!»

<τρέχει να αποφύγει τον Θεοφάνη>

[andrewlovely]

Thankfully, I do still trust there are good people on both sides who know right v. wrong vs just Right v. Left.

Common decency is a natural human instinct which is very difficult to override for any ideology, be it on the Left or the Right. And thank Heavens for that!

Common decency can show us the way forward, hopefully. And anyone who strays from common decency should be left out of the dialogue, and/or voted out.

We can still be decent and civil, even to our political opponents. I do believe that the people *can* eventually tell the difference between a decent man, and a bad man, regardless of political persuasion. Sometimes it just takes a bit longer to separate the wheat from the chaff.

In our time I believe we will see the difference between a decent *woman* and a bad man. And the good woman will prevail, one way or another. And then it'll be my turn to say, "about damn time."

[andrewlovely]

Είχα από νέος τη διαίσθηση ότι αυτό που σιχαίνεται πιο πολύ απ' όλα ο Θεός είναι η κακοβουλία, το ψέμα, ο δόλος. Ο Dante εδώ το επιβεβαιώνει:

"Malice is the sin most hated by God.

And the aim of malice is to injur others

whether by fraud or violence. But since fraud

is the vice of which man alone is capable,

God loathes it most."

Μάλλον κι αυτός κατάλαβε το ίδιο. Προσοχή λοιπόν σε αυτούς που κυνηγάτε «τέρατα», μη γίνετε τέρατα οι ίδιοι όπως είπε ο Νίτσε. Αν τα «τέρατα» που κυνηγάτε υπάρχουν μόνο στη φαντασία σας, ενώ τα πραγματικά τέρατα ευδοκιμούν και αλωνίζουν, και είναι οι ίδιοι που κρύβονται σε κοινή θέα και σας ξεγελούν, τότε τα πράγματα είναι πολύ χειρότερα για σας, αν και ξέρω ότι είναι μακράν χειρότερος αυτός που ξεγελά παρά αυτός που ξεγελιέται.

Ενδιαφέρον το βρίσκω πάντως ότι για τον Dante, η χειρότερη αμαρτία είναι το ψέμα, ο δόλος, η κακοβουλία, η απάτη-- δηλαδή, με λίγα λόγια-- και επειδή, όλα τα παραπάνω συνιστούν την ίδια αμαρτία: η προδοσία προς κάποιον που σε ευεργετεί.

Δεν ξέρω αν είχε δίκιο ότι αυτή είναι η χειρότερη αμαρτία, αλλά σίγουρα είναι κάτι που βρωμάει από πολύ μακριά, και πηγάζει κυρίως απ' τη βλακεία.

[andrewlovely]

Arguing with a man, or reprimanding a man with a racist viewpoint, is like reproaching a man who chases ghosts and phantoms and shouts obscenities at them, and hates them. What he hates with such a fiery passion does not even exist. This is a madman, and should be ignored as such.

[andrewlovely]

What the fisherman taught me

One night I saw a school of fish by the crystal pier. Entranced by their swimming beauty in the dark lit waters, five fingers point them out

What the fisherman taught me

One night I saw a school of fish by the crystal pier. Entranced by their swimming beauty in the dark lit waters, five fingers point them out to a nearby fisherman preparing his baits, before my mind could even intervene or stop them. Immediately I felt a pang of regret: I had doomed these creatures to certain entrapment and death.

But the fisherman reassured me:

“The hungry fish can be caught; The fish that's had its fill cannot. Resplendently replete They care not for my daily bread.” - Lovely

[andrewlovely]

"We need to expand this facility so we can get even more detainees in there — and Carl, hey, I've heard about a hunger strike, which, you know, I think that's fake news anyway — but if they did, well I'm OK with that, because if they lose weight, we can get even more people on planes for deportation." – Gregory Bovino

Well, there you have it folks. Those of you still taking orders, still taking cues from the Americans, just realize that these may very well be the kinds of people you're dealing with now.

This guy was head of Border Patrol, and it took mass civil unrest all over the country for him to finally be fired. Former Special Government Employee Elon Musk meanwhile was throwin' up straight-up Nazi salutes long before Bovino here finally found the nerve to fully unmask, so this isn't just one bad apple. Stephen Miller, Kristi Noem, Curtis Yarvin acolyte/admirer J.D. Vance, the list goes on and on.

It should be pretty obvious to everyone by now what's going on, and of what kind/quality, or rather I should say, of what kind of poor quality these people are composed. And by poor quality I mean, people devoid of any semblance of a respectable democratic ethos. And if they do pay lip service to democracy, like Vance, it's only to install and establish a new technocratic, plutocratic class.

I've been saying it for a long time, even before it was obvious, and I will continue to say it now that it is so glaringly clear: the Magas are 21st century Nazis. You cooperate with them, you're coordinating with neo-fascist scum.

Do as you wish, but mark my words: history will judge you.

And those of you who know in your hearts that something is wrong, don't go along with it. At the very least, don't cooperate. Don't endear yourselves to these people. Remain civil, but don't endear yourself. Have some respect for yourself.

Too many of you are going to realize too late that this isn't hyperbole. These people are actual fascists. They're not just playing dress-up or pretending.

The truth is staring so many of you right in the face but you don't see it. When public enemy #1 becomes anti-fascism, what does that say about the government? If you say, "We're going to make combatting anti-fascism our #1 priority," then what does that say about you? What is the opposite of an anti-fascist?

But I would expect nothing less from those who flaunt the instrument of Christ's torture and execution as the symbol of his divinity. Once again, the truth is staring you right in the face; it's hiding in plain sight, and you can't see it.

And what a shock it will be to future historians: that those who fought anti-fascism, were in fact fascists. And what a shock it will be to future theologians: that those who proudly wore the instrument of Christ's execution and torture around their necks, were persecuting none other than the Christ Himself. Look no further than the Inquisition, the Crusades, and the Oval Office right now to find your Anti-Christ.

These aren't the first Christians who were hung upside down and thrown to the lions, for whom the cross was a symbol of sacrifice and of ultimate surrender to the divine will; no, for the Beast and the Antichrist the Cross is a symbol of power, control, corruption, and lewd, sinister domination through lies and manipulation.

For the spirit of the Antichrist, the Cross is a constant reminder and a token of pride: "We did it. We killed the Christ. And when He returns, we're gonna nail Him to the Cross again!" Hence that smug, self-satisfied smirk whenever they flaunt that cruel instrument of Christ's execution. This all operates on an unconscious level*, but they don't love the Christ; they hate the Christ. They love the cruelty. That's what they worship: not the Christ, but the Cross. Hence why they cheer when the Christ is denied food, healthcare, detained in abominable conditions, "remigrated" to ghettos and open air prisons, exterminated.

*Unconsciousness being perhaps the single most central identifying, defining quality of such persons, who are hardly even persons with their own agency at all anymore at this point, but rather like a people possessed: soulless husks of inhumanity: dried out, brittle tumbleweeds being taken by the wind this way and that, down the causal chain of their every mindless thought and action, unaware and ever-absent, never fully present in any moment of their lives and therefore devoid of life altogether.

Oh, they love the Cross! And according to the Beast himself, the Bible is his "favorite book!" These are the spiritual descendants of the Pharisees, the Sadducees, and especially of Rome. Look no further than those being persecuted by the Antichrist to find your Christ. Look no farther than Palestine: there you will find the Christ, in every single little boy and girl being starved, maimed and killed. Wake up!

Your beliefs mean nothing if you can't at the very least simply speak up for the least among you. For in the least among you, there you will find the Christ, according to the Christ Himself.

Everything else is insanity presenting itself as authority, in a myriad of ways, and mostly through intimidation. The peak of insanity is that I'm liable to be held as insane simply for expressing that, to quote the late singer.

So often the truth is so tricky to flesh out, and the truth can be so complicated. But in the very few moments when the truth is so obvious, the least we can do is point it out. The wise often hesitate, and rightfully so, but I call now to the wise, because this is your moment; this is a watershed moment: do not hesitate. Trust yourself, and trust your instincts. Stop ignoring what your heart, mind and soul are telling you. You're right! Don't be intimidated by knaves.

[andrewlovely]

Throughout my life I've tried to make real art; most of the time I've probably failed; maybe every now and again I might hit the mark. But chances are I would have been better off just taping a banana to a wall and calling it a day. I would have been a millionaire by now. I'm joking of course; I would actually rather die.

Somehow though I do feel that this is the art this new society deserves. I've dipped my feet into non-existence as an exercise in comedy/satire and mostly just to humor myself but I don't know if I'll be doing it again. I think I've had my fill already. The exercise actually becomes quite redundant as this is already real life now. It feels less like holding a mirror and more like becoming the very thing you despise.

It's sort of like Luke Skywalker in Dark Empire: you purposefully let yourself fall to the dark side in order to destroy the dark side from within – but this is a very dangerous game to play – because the dark side inevitably pollutes and infects you as well.

"If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche

[andrewlovely]

© Αντώνης Βαβαγιάννης ο Κουραφέλκυθρος

[andrewlovely]

Non-existence Part Zero

Lightning hydration stops spinning Android compass ate the wedding cake Turnstile potato is sad and resurgent Polyethylene radiator smiled a

Non-existence Part Zero Lightning hydration stops spinning Android compass ate the wedding cake Turnstile potato is sad and resurgent Polyethylene radiator smiled at the ninety-year-old diaper baby

But perhaps most importantly, Piranha bath towels wipe cold meatloaf tears

And perhaps most poignantly, Sleeping furbies barbeque in backyard children’s parties They say, “Burgers are ready!” Or in their language, “Meeehhh… ocheka, orborkacoota”

And the oompa loompa sandwiches come running “Mmmm… Man flesh!” And skittles rained from the star dome scaffolding “Man flesh! Man flesh! Man flesh! Man flesh!” - The Artist Formerly Known as Loverly

[Note from publicist: The Artist requested that from this date forth, May 27th, 2026, he shall be known solely as Ο Λαχταριστός Σαβαγιάρ™, and that he will not respond to any other requests for interview, unless they call him "by his real name." Unfortunately this was not possible due to copyright and trademark issues.]

[™ Αντώνης Βαβαγιάννης ο Κουραφέλκυθρος]

[andrewlovely]

© Τάσος Αναστασίου

[andrewlovely]

Red Hourglass

I saw a black caterpillar wriggling in spiderweb cocoon Every strand of entrapment gave birth to inexorable metamorphosis The white moth fli

Red Hourglass

I saw a black caterpillar wriggling in spiderweb cocoon Every strand of entrapment gave birth to inexorable metamorphosis The white moth flies away - Lovely

[andrewlovely]

Kali Yuga Futures

Nightmare moksha I chose the horror story And wore all the wrong clothes Death hangs like a dagger over every thought I see in the marketpla

Kali Yuga Futures

Nightmare moksha I chose the horror story And wore all the wrong clothes

Death hangs like a dagger over every thought I see in the marketplace and at the bus stop The townspeople discuss prison oil hanta-future-war timelines Itching for the day they can see me hang What was my crime, I still do not know And if I asked them, they wouldn't be able to tell me anyways

There was no crime, only one man set free And they cannot abide it In every movement they see trespass In every glance, barely contained lust And stalking in every step And panic in every hurry And desperation to appease in every word uttered

They smile at the lamb about to be slaughtered “Oh, sweetie…” Barely containing their sadistic delight They think if the weirdo is punished, their sins will be expiated If they can cross out the one who does not belong, then they can rest easy and find peace

They are the ones who did not belong and conformed to a system in which no one belongs Seeing themselves in peaceful defiance, and in effortless belonging, Seeing the one who calls them to that same belonging they forfeited for no good reason, convinced by charlatans and cowardly thieves, They nail themselves to the cross Unable to endure what they gave up in living form before them

Everywhere I see my own thoughts manifest and reflected back to me I put myself on trial and hold myself to the false standards of idiots I castigate myself from the position of Perfect Prosecutor But the prosecutor is false and has all the same human weakness which he persecutes in me The only difference is that he’s cunning and dishonest There’s only one skeleton in his closet and it’s his own forsaken, forgotten self

Nightmare liberation I chose the fast track express lane

If you want a straight line to heaven Then best to start from the darkest depths of hell and horror The fire will leave you no illusions and burn away any false appearance Life is a dirty trick and it’s best to learn that early so you don’t waste your time on vanity

Then you can become life itself, indifferent to itself Everything else is the shell games of walking and talking corpses, thinking that they will achieve immortality by killing God, that they will become omniscient by placing cameras everywhere, that they will manifest divine justice by wearing clown robes and holding a gavel, that they will become omnipresent by infecting the mind with false idols and seductive icons, that by following you around and cataloguing everything you do with forced ID checks and facial scanners and background tracking applications they will somehow achieve something or protect themselves from death. These are the past times of future worm food: walking, talking, surveiling, investigating, arbitrating, adjudicating worm food.

And likewise the worm food writes poetry and sings songs The difference is that this worm food has no illusions about itself or pretentions to knowledge, authority, perfection or power.

So activate all the microphones on every Smart TV and every eye phone; comb through the data with advanced artificial intelligence and index every word so that every single uttering is searchable. Tie every citizen’s online identity to their real person so that they can effectively be barred from the marketplace, from the public forum, from the banking system and even from public transit simply for expressing a “wrong idea” or sentiment – and all this under the guise of “protecting the children” – those same children you doomed to dilapidated school districts, with concrete rebar falling on their heads when they weren’t jumping off their parents’ six-story apartment buildings, or being nabbed up in your intelligence honeypot ops, or caught in the snare of your kids-for-cash, “scare ‘em straight” juvenile programs – but social media – now… that was the real scourge! Track the movements of dissidents with undercover secret police and harass them until you can either entrap them into the labyrinthine halls of the absurdly complex technofeudal legal system, frame them, or get them evaluated by the technofeudal “Keepers of Sanity” and have them sent to the mental institutions of your choosing: those same ones you get kickbacks from every quarter. Establish a network, an infrastructure of surveillance and control unprecedented, unparalleled in human history. By all means, be my guest. It won't make one damn bit of difference or save you from your fate. Your fate is sealed. Yours truly, Commander Pluto

[andrewlovely]

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Cold spring full moon Werewolf clouds Passing phantoms shine On kristallnacht waters Black rose heart embered In flaking ash and soot to the

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Cold spring full moon Werewolf clouds Passing phantoms shine On kristallnacht waters

Black rose heart embered In flaking ash and soot to the wind A soft wind that sounds like my breaths Thought waves going out and breaking shoreline in my cloakhood My ball cap hoodie I am neon smoke resting in oblivion

There's a woman who walks to the sea wall every night And she touches the concrete with the tips of her fingers, and she smiles to herself, and she walks back And she can't walk back unless she touches the sea wall Otherwise she's not complete But she walks back now, smiling and complete

Then crisp morning light Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow It's a late spring, and her blossoms froze asleep She found no welcome here

A new child was born in the absence of her vision Masculine and simple Free from worry and careless anxiety Free from her feminine oversight and civilizing constraints, which force the seer into the crowd, to be picked apart by watchful vultures and shy-flayed alive by the laughing hyenas

It was a pensive no and a yes to war which led to a new yes and a true first quest and a new rebirth - Lovely

[andrewlovely]

Non-existence

Dirty dishes and bad breath Floss the sporks n' toothbrush yer head Charge your TV and braid your mustache I gotta get outta here Baby mama'

Non-existence

Dirty dishes and bad breath Floss the sporks n' toothbrush yer head Charge your TV and braid your mustache I gotta get outta here

Baby mama's callin' She wants to come home Pick up the banana n' hum a dial tone Peel off the voicemail And eat the phone I gotta get outta here

The day is long And I missed it by a mile Sleepin' in And losin' style

Put that beanie on yer head n' sock your 'stocks Sew your armpits And shave your clocks Vacuum your stereo And haircut your rug

Caulk your light bulbs!

Wash yer plugs!

Dust off them outlets And launder your shoes Soak your clothespins And dry the cashews Shampoo your cat And rinse its sunglasses We're goin' to Vegas, baby!

There's blood in my satsang And angst in my tea Ten births in my loins And made just for me

The future is chasin' me I can't lag behind! So pick up your toenails n’ pull back yer hairline Load up the radio And candle your taters Dryclean your portraits And lovesong your haters Air fry your ball cap n’ microwave the velcro Skeeter yer spiders And paint your umbrella We're goin' to Vegas, baby! We're goin' to Vegas! - Lovely

[andrewlovely]

A Portrait of a Woman

In the curves of your body Your self-conscious strut In that girlish insecurity When you see the one you want I see a woman In your nervous

A Portrait of a Woman In the curves of your body Your self-conscious strut In that girlish insecurity When you see the one you want I see a woman

In your nervous stutter The slight lisp in your account When your heartbeat races And you casually look away I see your pride So adorably reasserting

The man you love will be a bad man Who will take that joyous and innocent life Discarding it blind to your beauty

I am a ghost who wanders in daylight I died many moons ago when my only love left me Now doomed to observe and paint portraits of Earthly majesty She was much like you: A Queen both aware and irreverent of her own regality - Lovely

[andrewlovely]

Ο Τσαγκαράκης ο Που

🎵Στη βάση παλιού φωταγωγού Κάπου ζει 'να μικρό τσαγκαράκι Που φτιάχνει παπούτσια που και που Μα κυρίως ο Που τεμπελιάζει!

Ο Τσαγκαράκης ο Που 🎵 Στη βάση παλιού φωταγωγού Κάπου ζει 'να μικρό τσαγκαράκι Που φτιάχνει παπούτσια που και που Μα κυρίως ο Που τεμπελιάζει! 🎶

🎵 Στον Που καταλήγει το φως Του πετάνε κομμάτια βροχής Ο Που τα μαζεύει πως και πως Βλαστημάει και ποτίζει τη γη 🎶

🎵 Άμα δεις το φωτάκι του κλειστό Ο κυρ' Που κατά βάση κοιμάται Κι αν τον πετύχεις ανοιχτό Ο κυρ' Που δεν ανοίγει… φοβάται! 🎶

🎵 Στον ύπνο του βλέπει γνωστούς Που του τάζουν δουλειά το χειμώνα Στριγκλιά ξαφνικά τον ξυπνά Που του ίδιου ο κρύος ιδρώτας! 🎶

🎵 Άμα πας στον βυθό της σιωπής Και σαν δεις μια παράγκα στημένη Εκεί θα τον βρεις και τον Που Μη θαρρείς πως εσένα περιμένει 🎶

🎵 Στο σαλόνι του στήνει χορούς Με τα σύμβολα που τον περιβάλλουνε Σημάδια παντού για τον Που Και τον Που μοναχά εκθειάζουνε 🎶

🎵 Το καράβι του Που στο βουνό Έρημο πια ‘τά τη λεηλασία Ναυάγιο το κάναν' θερινό Οι ληστές μάθανε ορειβασία! 🎶

🎵 Άμα βάλεις τον Που στόχαστρο Το σταυρό σου! Που τον προστατεύει Μια φλόγα μικρή στο κενό Που φυλάει, και τον Που τον προσέχει Το τι, πως, και ποιος, και γιατί Ούτ’ ο ίδιος ο Που δεν το ξέρει 🎶 - Αγαπητός

[andrewlovely]

Horror is the absence of love. The further away you get from love, the more unreal things become.

Sanity likewise is the presence of love.