This present doesnt lead to my future
you dont need a sign
to know
that this
is the wrong way
A narrow windy road
Stretches as far as the eye can see
In any given direction
Driver what you say?
quarter tank?!
someone should have probably checked
and I mean like… a WHILE back
how far it is to the next gas station
because the curving down of the snowy peek oil behind us
Would be impossible to make back up
Even if we could somehow turn around
this piece of crap
which we’ve come to call
public transportation
and mount utopia ahead
is veiled in clouds
who knows how many valleys hide between these foothills
basically
what were saying is
we’re shit out of luck
might as well stop trying
we are
as good as dead
stuck
down here
in the middle
of a depression

And I’m aware of this common obsession with needing to know
where are we going?
how are we going to get there?
am no diffrent
I confess
that feeling hopelessly lost
is not something I like
its not a fun thing feeling stuck
we have been lost and stuck before
but it’s a whole other game
to be told
that now we have to spend
whatever little energy we have
trying back track
to a situation that was
to begin with
pretty damn fucked

I close my eyes
and I try to see a way out
I imagine I’m in one of those car commercials
and Im driving one of those SUV or light trucks
so I do
what they always do
in those commercials
I triumphantly turn off road
chirping bird sounds
with sappy violins in the background
all blend with the soft rays from the warm sun
and caress herds of fluffy sheep
innocently grazing
and these sheep
they sure dont seem to mind
that my foot on the pedal
also keeps the door cracked
and thru there
the wolves
they keep coming back
see…sheep, they cant read
and there are HUGE warning signs:
were talking GIANT billboards that scream in alarm:
‘OIL KILLS!’
and though the picture is some oiled up bird, or a sea lion
there is also a subline
that reads
‘oil does not spill just in the sea
it smogs the air
it scars the land
decades of wars have left these fields full of landmines
unmarked graves dug in genocidal quicksand
not much unlike runoff from destructive coal mines
mocking your efforts
to clear a b-line
around the a-bomb
I’ll see you in the radioactive shitstorm
shit!
snap!
I wanna wake up!
this present doesnt lead to my future!

hey
PEOPLE!
people…listen
lets calm down
I know were all on edge
can I propose we take a little hike?
anyone opposed?
good
i like this…
action!
here…
maybe duck under this tree
watch for traction on the slippery slope
Hop this fence
someone knows a little short cut
just in time
just in case
the shit hits the fan
and it blows in our faces
so lets keep our eyes peeled for any pieces of wood
and hopefully before it gets too dark
before we get too tired
we’ll come on a good spot for a camp
and build us a fire
and maybe cook some of that last food we found
before it expires
and then… maybe… we can
drink some of that magic potion
maybe it will inspire us to beat on some drums
and hopefully… we can conspire some powerful chant
that will make the storm clowds gather
and throw some heavy rain down
and not stop
we dont turn around
until the water flood the cities
break down the bridges
and the highway overpasses
soak the sandy hills beneath the houses
and wash everything out into the ocean
flush out civilization
back to the beginning of time
Nothing better to mobilize the masses
Then to turn this thing upsidedown and shake it
Break it down
and then piece it back together
from the ground, up
cause if were not going to take that chance
who WILL take it?
and evenstill
I wanna know
who will actually make it?

When the tsunami of collapsaluyah comes
where do you plan to run?
they always say to head straight for high ground
so what?
we just go up the hills?
Cause I tell you right now…
it feels like we’ll be met there by rich old hippies
who’d spent the last 40 years since they blew out the fuse in their minds
sitting on the fence between economy and ecology
and investing their GREEN BLING TECHNOLOGY
in a STOCKPILE OF GUNS
and Im not yet convinced
they are fundamentally different
than their fundamental Christians counterparts
Cept instead of using god’s will as an excuse to shoot
They’ll probably say were all UNNATURAL
cause we stepped on their new permaculture lawns which we were trying to loot
and since we dont qualify to get ground up
into the certified organic burger meat at their local whole foods
they will likely figure out some way
to convert their cars to run
on any of our precious bodily fluids

And Im sorry if this is news to you honey
but there never was nothing sustainable about all those non profit organizations
Selling tax deductible donation slips subsidized by federal funds
Cause counter to popular belief
The war is NOT powered by YOUR tax dollars money
It is fueled by the blood and suffering of millions the world around
Who having served their purpose
manufacturing products for you to consume
are now killing eachother on cue
to provide B-roll for the comentators on your tv screen
They are literally propping the eye in your pyramid with their cold dead bodies
And your hands… I know… are oh so pristine clean
but your brain…
your brain is bloody!
Cause prey tell
all you apocalypse speculators and armageddon feigns
do you remember what side hollywood was on
when people refused to swallow rodney king…?
so I dare you to stop and think
what will happen
at the end of the good ol collapse-of-civilization scene?
when theres no food in the store
when the power shuts down
do we lock ourselves in the theatre and survive on m&ms and popcorn?
im serious here!
Do YOU? actually HAVE?! a FUTURE planned?
Cause this present
LOOK!
here…
BEHIND the screen…!
it doesn’t lead to a future!
Its a dead fuckin end!

so if youre here expecting a slideshow
or some fancy scientific research brochure
that sums up all the neatly packaged facts
if it will take nothing less than a 3d model
of the poles melting and the ocean currents turning
to reassure you that this shit is real
than I do apologize
cause we are lacking funds for that kind of operation, for sure
but if you really want to trace your finger back
to some deficit
let me point you first to the lack of RESPECT
for whatever psychological debt we have supposedly incurred
to all of western civilization’s flawed institutions
and to those who hold their spectacle as sacred as some used to hold GODS
So NO!
we are not here to be providing excuses
as to what you should believe and why
but we CAN tell you this:
neither can
the so called scientists and celebrities
and all the goddamned actors turned politicians
posing on all the fraud channels that you flip through on your TV
not a SINGLE motherfuckin ONE actually knows
IF and WHEN and HOW
this massive SHOW they’ve been producing
is going to come crashing DOWN!!!
the best they can possibly offer us all
is a neon sign
and when they run out of budget or patience or plotline
and they decide its time for the curtain to close
they might do us a favor
and flip on the switch
and it will be the time for us to shine our
APPLAUSE!
if then, you find that you STILL NEED more reason
something substantial to which to hold on
I suggest that you try
to catch in your sights
your fellow human’s eye
and simply wait…
for that most basic CONFIRMATION NOD

I went to see my cousin
he works down in the engine room
we walk through steam heavy hallways
down shoots dripping water laced with chemical blotches
past motion sensor triggered doorways that mock us with robotic reactions
and humanoid voices so dumbed down and fractioned
they blur their verbs and question their nouns
on a wall crowded with meters and valves
several dials are neurotically tapping against the far end of the danger zones
and a few red lightbulbs are anxiously flashing to the sound of climaxing alarms
he points to a manic depressive needle
‘See this? he says
something is effectively stuck deep inside the deterministic gears
that run the causality fan’
I nod like I get what he means
but he knows im just being polite
“if there ever was an answer” he sais
“to the everlasting question
of when and how the shit is gonna come down flying
once it hits this inevitable fan
than that answer
is in each and every one of us
And just maybe
if we all SHUT UP
and LISTEN
then just maybe
SOMETHING
in the buzzing and pinging
SOMETHING
in the harsh clunking sounds
SOMETHING
in the whirling and whizzing and in the whispering hums
of this machine of ours
listen…
it’s singing
and all of a sudden
yes
I hear it!
a soft lullaby
like a monotone drum..
and we climb down a catwalk
suspended mid air a gigantic steel hall
towards a massive engine that seems to be fighting some terminal desiese
spewing inermitten clouds of foul smelling smoke
there, he points his light signaling for me to look
deep into the guts of this wounded beast
so I get on my knees
my head peeks behind a panel of pipes
and right there under my nose
Ill be damn
if it isnt…
A WOODEN FREAKIN CLOG!
like a little sheep herding girl from the dutch country side
took one of the mechanics on a fun noughty ride
and this thing
this little curvy piece of wood
seems to be singlehandedly bringing this whole machine screeching down to a halt
and causing all this panic!
such a minor flaw!
or so you’d think
‘thats easy to fix!
what you say cu’s?…shell we get this show back on the road!’
he reluctantly agrees with a shrug
but I am already enthusiastically climbing the railing
my whole body ecstatic
to have found a solution
I reach inside
almost in slow motion with the air of my most epic contribution to humanity
I feel around for a good grip
there’s a little engravement
on the side
in bold letters it unmistakably reads:
“SAFETY CLOG”
hmmm thats odd!
and theres even a little tag. it says
“this here is a dead tree’s last stance
to literrally protect the human footing
on this MOTHER FUCKIN EARTH”
I look back at my cus’
and now he says “you know what dog… maybe you shouldnt take it out…?”
his face now grown into a cynical smile
“I mean, who knows… this thing could, technically, explode”
I step back
what is the meaning of it all?
around us not a living soul
a steady drip of engine oil
a cloud of steam
a clunk
a lull
a smile….
cool as a cucumber he explains
it was imperative for them to jam up the machine
because when built nobody had forseen the need for it to ever stall
somehow, back then, they couldnt have imagined a scenario
where the control switches down in the vault
fail to relief the pressure that builds up in the psychedelic dams
when the existential feedback loop shortcuts the supply directly to the demand
and the need to foresee a particular outcome gets outdated by the endless number of possibilities and trajectories and interwoven plans until the very value of the parts is deflated by the mere action of calculating the overall sum
“listen to the tree… ” he says as we’re leaving
“beyond this point, you’d have to put your own foot… DOWN”

So get off your sofa
And go talk to your neighbors
Go organize the people on your street
Theres no need to fly over to poor countries to feel better about yourself
Do them a favor and spare them your charity and your overbearing guilt
Not to mention your much more measurable
jet fuel pollution footprint
Go
find a dead corner in your town
And liberate some ground out of the concrete
And plant something
And stay there
And tend to it
Until it grows
Until it feeds you
Until it breeds out the crazy genes
that make other peoples spectacles superceed you
This WORLD
needs you to CALM THE FUCK DOWN!
and imagine a future
that is not going to shit
And then go ahead and try to manifest it
Eventhough you know, we all know, we are nowhere near fit
It wants you to make sound choices
About what you breath and drink and eat
And try… really hard…
to be conscious
To all the mistakes of the past
that you CAN choose to NOT repeat
And it is begging you to raise your voice
hopefully along with other voices
Until a harmony forms to a beat
Until the ground literally moves under all of our feet
And we all, together, defeat that part of us that is assuming
That the lack of resources means we have to compete
On who can do the most consuming
Because that does not make anybody prosperous
In fact it barely serves to make us numb
because we couldn’t all still be dumb enough to think
that covering our eyes
somehow makes us invisible
or otherwise anonymous
when we all know
that we have found
brown stinky prints all over
every scene
of every crime
ever committed against humanity
so it dont matter if the shit that you preach
is in fact as peachy clean
as your green capital market nitch
if you please, everyone
unclinch your buttchicks
and if you cant manage to pull out your thumb
it seems only fair
to ask that you at least refrain
from letting toxins leach out of your
single track market share brain
and into the psychic water supply
cause the rest of us are over here
putting the final stitches
on this little magic carpet that were supposedly gonna fly
to some other present
one that actually leads to a FUTURE
that is NOT based solely on LIES!

cause until MOTHER FUCKIN EARTH herself
writes us off her will
until human and nature
cease to be synonymous
we are still, each, as we are all
symbiotic yet autonomous
and free we are
to choose to be the shit
that gets sucked down the mechanical waterfall
and when we hit that inevitable fan
I tell you, that is one magnificent splatter of our collective human soul

But if indeed this is the so called END OF TIMES
Someone
please!
press the snooze on the disaster alarm
if we all sleep in late
there will be no souls present
to lubricate the machine
and then this fan is but a rake
and it’s gracefully turning the shit
which is to say our existential compost pile

and instead let us dream ourselves waking up to the sound
of somebody laughing
at the concept of a clean slate
which is as ridiculous as the very graphic manifestation
of the thing we used to call the state
by which we tricked ourselves to think
that we can actually successfully enslave anything
without enslaving ourselves
and all our cities and empires
just had to learn to respect
the living, breathing, space
that is positively negated
in between
to answer to the universal principle
of the bell curve of fate
which is all but a slice of the existential meatloaf
which of course is sine wave shaped

and if one can make a plan
but only follow a direction
then swallowing is but a digestive agreement
in which one agrees to partially become what one ate
but then wouldnt a traffic jam
be 100percent organic and preservative free?
and this slow ass fat couldnt possibly be clogging your arteries
how can your own blood be late?
its always there, right on time
when you want it to be

and in that moment
that this time thing isnt present
it wont matter if we think we should have tried to make it happen
that there were ways that would have led us to this thing we called the future
for we’ll have been there
and though for but a short while
we pretended not to notice
how we tended to the flames with our desire
but then thankfully
we were so motherfuckin ON IT!
so indestructibly INSPIRED
that we have set down this INTENTION
that in that everlasting MOMENT
we will BE HERE
and it IS AWE SOME.
and THIS will no longer EXPIRE