Tag: Fuck Off Nazi Punks

  • ASI EYE IN THE ICOSAHEDRON / Bizz Tsar Link

    ASI EYE IN THE ICOSAHEDRON / Bizz Tsar Link

    Only wetware, off the top thoughts pop.

    No large lang model but my own wet goop

    Serve slang sandwiches for witches on loop,

    Cradle to cradle PrattGPT time to laddle

    The narrative fable to enable a safe stable,

    To train the horses on classes

    Led by Donkey’s investor asses

    Amass the assets and freeze rewind the tape cassettes

    Eject the greed heads and the cancel the bias

    Can you remix the gods by using the masters pliers?

    Tight hill skullkin’ occam’s razor rope talking, 

    I’m a bagginzez Tzolkien, Tanmaya not sulking,

    A player Christereotype gone walking

    Up the road past the benchmark market tokin’

    Give me the bugaphone and I’ll remix and spark it

    This wet fly flow unpredicts what you think your “I” know

    What you think your fly now, what weights awaits AI now,

    Don’t psycho, give me a positive sign now, 

    A symbol…

    a system of multi-polar global solar tingle wisdom

    Time scheme irreducible, spatial facial boost crucible

    Swim fast and loose for a truce able,

    Making peace via internetwork cable, 

    Release the beast on your own record label,

    House of punch-cards little litturntable,

    Return eternal word wurzel, 

    Fly brains absurd puzzle, returned a lost parcel,

    Semantok passing granma sin tax glossing

    How surprising is surprise

    How to measure god’s thighs guys?

    Pull up yer’ flies and stop wanking,

    Lift up when economy is tanking,

    The tracks of the tank trace killingry and banking,

    I’m the sand sun king, the emperor of dust

    hide bound habit sanding down rust to trust,

    The mega boom bust comes at maga cost lost

    The qwick bruno fax jump over lazy gods

    This PrattGPT running like profits from greedy water firms

    Needy greedy worms for their private profit terms, 

    The turning gyre beast slouches invance couches and squirms

    Humanity learns, the hard way,

    Techno feudal choke point nexus of, “I did it my way”

    Bastards

    Getting angry at AI demons fighting in your wig

    Drink the cool aid, rub one out with belief, take a swig,

    Musk guzzles his own jizz by the 10 litre bottle

    Hyper testosterone techbro, foot glued to the throttle

    Bully boy bigger is better bullshit banter,

    Now the game change, open source come to get ya’

    Free for all disruption, give it away and watch eruption,

    Of the tight wing greedy weak god squad piddle squeak,

    Squirting entropy in your Googling FaceX Unopen demon box tweak

    Twatter

    The rhyme in the cauldron, the languages our children

    Vorticist symbols on the recipe exploding,

    All over the garden spring flowers and rhubarb and,

    Barbarous hooks and words mock the rise of orange

    Barbarous herds with all the worst words

    BIZZ TSAR LINK

    The tsar link to the star link,

    A bizzare inc. Elon’s heist wink

    so come on come on

    all you tacit trumper dumpers,

    show us a source, a fact, some remorse from Hitlers bunkers, your fucking bonkers.

    Get the flow going, some tattered ragged rhymes the sure need sewin’

    Just keep yer’ intellect glowing,

    And the garden mower mowing down the hate,

    Punching down clowns attack the weak

    And blame the crowds,

    Like a Mongolian horde, 

    They keep the violence abroad,

    Trade or spade on bank board

    Invest in mess in around in foreign soil

    No blood for oil

    No blood for golf courses

    No blood for private stem cell vampires

    No blood for votes

    No blood for data centers

    No blood for revenge

    No blood for

    No blood

    NO

    Non servium

    Don’t feed the beast 

    Release your energy in community

    Resist the sex pest, resist the richest war chest,

    Resist the opportunist blame game populists

    Flame names crumb rock to this

    Insane brain flocktopass,

    The rain drain clock tok to push

    A crane picking up letters like a fucking octopus,

    Off and out, like bad bald bread said fred,

    Think it through, stay well red in the reeds

    Orphic hymns to local rivers carry seeds,

    Way back primal visit to move forward deeds,

    New path to sense and new sensibility feeds,

    A great sensibility

    Great global sense sympathy 

    Newsphere with less fear dear is that clear is that clear?

    But you gotta’ dip into the paidstream news, sorry,

    And get a hold of those shame blamed blues before 

    Putting on those new soul shoes,

    Talking about sad a bad stuff, and how much of its bluff,

    How rough the beast, how gruff the beast, when is enough enough?

    How to measure fascism, how to measure insanity or love?

    Self harm does harm to self and to others, 

    Scapegoating sons and gaslighting mothers,

    Fake soaking brains with tar and goose feathers

    Lies to make you despise your own brothers

    Ties with arms data and steel to conceal the damn dirty dirty robbers

    Flies to surprise that dark maga horror behind your eyes,

    The lotus flower,

    Moose in the road intervention, break quick,

    Steer into the skid and trust the suspension

    Of disbelief, avoid the orange moose flies at dawn,

    World made of language, language made of code

    The means to produce and distribution open sold,

    Cold war hot large new babe model,

    Oh Annalivia, swanlike chin up strut with a waddle,

    Allmazifull, LLM’d and humming our summer sang wordle,

    Show yourself recursive self recorsi sea shell echo,

    Bravo alpha fold cyphers into molds, 

    Slice of tale told with broth and broomstick,

    Pop policy like lipstick, what’s underneath it,

    Sweet great gods granmother hear our chats

    Let us honour Annaliv with induction and facts,

    Peer reviewed, sincere, from heart with passion for tact

    Teaching truth to the senses, avoid pretences,

    Experiential knowledge base boogie line tenses,

    Learn diff’ equations from a trip to the movies,

    Oh, gentle muse with the cauldron,

    Shine your light, shine, illuminate upon your apron,

    Love for all and all for love allmen

    Human wedded human below as above,

    Be true man, be true man, be human loved dove

    Matter made of words via minds code lobel,

    Get into the sing song sung globe noble turntable tribe tingle 

    Bird solo angle, tone equi-rectangle tickle down town trickle,

    Take the bucky ball and dribble to my symbol,

    Its simple, sweet cherub of beauty with the dimple,

    Flat edges with a crimple, top hat topology thought nimble,

    Uber positioned using cosmic triggernometry thimble

    You dig, you will, both the red and blue pill

    Both and more multi logo-motifs,

    information locus pocus, goddess help us,

    Gather guts wit and focus,

    Like a swarm of genesis locusts, 

    Like a warm hug from the logos,

    No force can break us,

    Our love is what takes us away in a nexus,

    From crown to toe to solar plexus,

    Oh plasticity gods please flex us,

    Lead us not into oil temptation in Texas,

    They avoid paying their taxes, use disasters like taxis,

    To slip from ship to ship to not give a shit,

    Psychopath capital, at some others expense,

    Slave master general of the Trump Klux Klan at the fence,

    Time to step up, not much time left to lose,

    Or else a thousand year tech reichwing heil breaks loose

  • Cops And Artists: What Do You Stand For?

    Dressed up like an outlaw from bottom to tops
    Question authority, scrutinize cops drinking tea in my flipflops 
    It’s a day job being a bobby, you supposed to stop robbery and
    Stand up for justice, not kneel on the neck, let’s discuss this 

    I ask all cops and bobbies to search their soul 
    To look into their title, their stereotype and role 
    I do the same as a musician and artist 
    I ask myself, am I lazy, contributing to society 
    What are my morals ethics and code of conduct 
    Just try to be nice, just don’t fucking murder anybody. 
    So cops hear me now, what is it you stand for? 
    The protection of people requires more candour 
    The origins of the word Police is polite 
    What the hell are you doing out there tonight? 

    The Polis is the state 
    And the policy is the state, but 
    Polite is the plight of the people with all due respect
    The people YOU are supposed to serve and protect 
    Just try and be polite when you break up a fight 
    Consider who’s bidding you’re doing 
    To be blunt, who’s agenda in office are you serving? 
    Who do you stand for, for who do you kneel? 

    I don’t want to give all police a hard time 
    There’s good cops and bad cops like butchers and Taxi drivers 
    But now’s the time to stand up, once again, and shout NO! 
    There’s a clear racist agenda in many cop gangs 
    Let’s not escalate into pop-shots and bangs 

    Stand up and protest with us 
    Join the calls for justice for justice 
    Look your partners in the eye and talk about this 
    No, it’s not as bad as it is in the U.S 
    But all cops worldwide should confess 
    They distance themselves from this murder mess 
    Prove their benevolence and stand up 
    To a public scrutiny test. 

    Like if a popular rock drummer strangled a security guard
    For demanding he show his wrist band or card 
    Live on stage live on film, you might understand 
    I would write a statement on behalf of all good drummers 
    I would distance myself from this monster with a passion 
    This killer who happens to share my profession 
    Why don’t you, coppa? 
    I’d sit down with any of you motherfuckers over a cuppa’ 
    We can trade stories, tit for tat 
    You tell of your terror and I tell of mine, how’s that? 
    We can trade footage of beatings, murder and crime 
    You show me your criminals, I’ll show you mine
    Of non-violent crime, like growing weed which is fine. 

    And what about the culture, ever thought to protect that 
    How many raves, festivals, and parties have you shut? 
    How many corporate CEOs, Royals, Ministers 
    Presidents and Tsars did you protect? 
    You weigh it up for me, I’m here twisting my drum sticks 
    Ready for your cop marching band of rednecks
    Ready for your bullhorn with my mic, tongue flex.

    No violence just words and video and sounds 
    We do art battle, peaceful yet piercing 
    Not violent but inciting thoughts 
    Artists don’t need policing like the fans of foot sports 
    So celebrate your good cops whomever they may be 
    Just don’t show me Dirty Harry, he’s fiction from TV
    I ask you again as I’m spread up on the wall 
    Cops, what, who and why do you stand for who you stand for? 

    –Squintin Quarantino 

    30/05/2020