“desire is part of the infrastructure”
				

Yo dude!
There’s 30,000 burners livin’ in yr playa
playin’ in paella pastie postulates of post-semiotic sweet blashpemic hot pants

and i wanna take
yr hermaphroditic perky powered dust choked
studded blue bayou (of anti accumulative capital) & climb
yr sweaty mojo giddy glue glitter bomb sizzlin’ 
with yr blue bonnet on it – on yr pyramidal effigy
schizonomadic mobile tiki bar / licka-stick frickin’ art car
you ideological repository of libinal investment, transcendent 
signiflying sand man 

So, ride me
through the hyberbolic 
hey lolly lolly loci alkali sticky starfuckin’ teabagger swinger X fest
& take yr pinky choco-covered shroom cloud whalin’ fuzzy fraught 
faux fur fanfare ‘cause i’m standin’ there and standin’ there and i’m standin’ 
there with your clit coiffed nu wave I.T. dot com man chant, [perchance, no merchants] 
yr feisty fettered poi fire dancing jugglin’ bike bomb

and i say, burn slow sweet cheri-o in the hijacked ejaculate snuff pagan orgy 
of blurred earnin’ / ‘cause yr burnin’ like a tumblin’ tower, burnin’ 2 times baby

Big wheels keep on turnin’, proud mary  [hot mama!] 
over-easy, in the taut risk scalded itty bitty identi titty
city of artifactual alibi bye
burnin’ baby like a hot disc with yr blinky lit glow sticks 
at the alter 
of inflated simulacra.

And in the sun scorched sacrosanct ballsy Belson burnin’ biggie blitzkrieg 
why don’t u just take yr semi-zafdek, sefirotic albionic metatronic mantra & 
free the pillaged 
ill-mannered manomanic minimatted
well-lubed man mandalay manger 
menagerie aujourd h’oui! oyea
‘cause i just wanna save the man 

And that’s no bougie rouge utopic commodification of economic accumulation. 
No socio-teleological consumerist economy of
savoir faire thee well savior complex suckin’ life 
saver server down swervin’ sauvignon 
as an irreverent souvenir

i just don’t want no krispy kream crunchy dude / no silicon snowman of
libertaria aria of metonymic slippage

in an intraspectral black rockin’ surfin’ road raver
cravin’ granite slab swing saddled chill room of blue lootin’ booty 

                                           i just wanna put my hand in the hand of the man 
                                           who sails the playa 






with an intra-media liebe vivre anti-productive apparatus lattice


                                         		          [ta da da boom diay 
                                                                           i’ve lubed my oublié]




So, hey little blue man, slammin’
bruised oozin’ ruse man. Everybody loves ray man
my little überman, yo! soul man
Wo man! man yr yeoman, no
yes man (with a dirty gimlet umlaut amulet ululate allouete) savvy server showman stop 
shoppin’ shaman, stimmung layman, mister big and tall man 
save yr miniman, clinamen, lineament, freedom fried fly man 
born-again ornament, 
blinky blue-eyed omen dry roasted ptomaine
save yr burnin’ man
Amen!

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Oh you “Big Other” materialized as an ideological state apparatus.
You Guarantor of Meaning in the guise of historical Reason. You 
who embodies the inconsistency of the Symbolic Order, who
cannot be integrated into the machinery of social usefulness. You antiutilitarian 
symbolic fiction paradigmatically standing in for a “caluculus of pleasures” which 
can never be fully realized. A supreme manifestation of pure expenditure / of the 
excess of the Real / of unbearable withdrawal
You big Scapegoat 
(for whom guilt is metonymically projected onto and whose sacrifice allows us to 
establish social peace by localizing violence
and ultimately stands in for an act of sacrifice 
which sacrifices the very sacrifice you inhabit


				      Victim Dichtum October 2003 

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