Reply #20: the case for chaos... [View All]

[bridgit]

A guy visited da syte. Zaid it waz llaurel & hardy to navigate. That’s when I zeen, “Gee. Maybe if llaurel & hardy were made plain & simple instead? U kno? Plane. & zzzimple. Butt den. Just rite den. Dat’s when he zaid dat bee’ing pissed @ re-publicans waz jami farr too groovy. 4go’ing den, waist deeep & rizing and den tu de eyeballz de shrine watt hummm while pro’claim’ing N’stead, “I am holier then thou.” Bea it now, “I am more nothing than you are.” Laced with a glistening gibberish; for the stank that it left in a church where pure chaos has been taken hostage and threatened to be then alloyed with an anarchy of convenience. An upper crust pass-time not so un-removed from that which is, far too many times than not, only sustainable from within the 40acre parcel of a mother’s hand me down. You can believe it. They will want the laws to be writ in their favor when it is time to sign and close the escrow papers. And so…it is ‘a’ anarchy of convenience. As such, any such thing must never be contemplated, if ever, as an ethereal metal suitable to be then alloyed with pure chaos. It cheapens the scent what lay upon the tongue the skin. Chaos-ticians are known well enough. It is the very path itself what be moving upon the water.

So that it should go without saying.

Chaos is far too elegant a concept to be smudged, smeared by the likes of ‘anarchy’ and made then impure. Poor chaos. Subject to the whim of they who seek it as a means to describe their only window possible, their only glimpse into a state of DaDa ‘proper’. Chaos/DaDa. DaDa/Chaos. Two of but a few moving parts within the Perpetual DaDa Device. Chaos is the agreeable, silent partner within DaDa. Hand in hand they rail; against they who will feign nobility as such. As such; chaos can in no way be never-ever less than an alternative to tyranny and so…need be engaged along with an Aikido swoosh, re-directing both pomp & circumstance that way. Over-there. Far from the elegant mysteries what inhabit chaos and then by extension mine DaDa. Your DaDa. Proper DaDa. DaDa what be truly. A chrysalis of Chaos birthed atop a two left feet DaDa pathway to nowhere in particular.

Case in point; Anarchists in Eugene, within recent memory, advertised the times & dates of their protest???????????? What? Is? Up? With? That?

Anyone who witnessed the election debacle may well agree with the following: You want anarchy? Then become a lawyer, my friend.

Udder v’eyes…lieb mine DaDa ‘proper’ mit’out der unspeakable fingers. Lieb mine Slippery French Bag Whore Of A Slut, mine elegant Chaos pure. Undiluted. Un-alloyed. No more mit de more and more dummy-down ricky tic. For…

It is this as such anarchy’s response to tyranny itself what be the more wanting for the lack of a truer finger with or without a hangnail stuck into the eye of the oppressor, the phony elite, causing then their only tears they will ever shed over the likes of Chaos & DaDa. Though here it will be said; that they shed them now, when proper put, from each corner. Da?

When in the end it will be seen…

Everything has been birthed into a world of symbols. Or in the words of the Doctor, “Our…world.” And it is these very symbols over which we have been ‘given’ dominion as well. What to do? And where to put them? These symbols? What do they mean? What are they supposed to mean? What may they then mean? And to whom? The matter was then joined at the virtual interface between a piece of charcoal and a cave wall shear ever since ever. Poor ‘anarchy’. Holding allegiance to none but it self; skimming like a smooth river-rock across the water pooled into the slump of a blacktop parking lot. Never known truly, the caring love between Chaos & DaDa nor the gregarious children they spawn.