HAUNTOLOGY by ANAL.FABETS

We are the music makers,
and we are the dreamers of dreams,
wandering by lone sea-breakers,
and sitting by desolate streams; —
world-losers and world-forsakers,
on whom the pale moon gleams:
yet we are the movers and shakers
of the world for ever, it seems.

We are the antibodies.
We are the analfabets.
There is a song older than words here. We’re entering the pre-verbal era. Words are lies. And there, our voice.
Our worlds lives when their world ceases to exist.
For art to live, civilisation must die.
Save the planet, kill yourself. Or stop reproducing within the framework of a patriarchal culture. That’s the ABC.
Dance with us.

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