Extract from Mum, I’m in the fourth dimension, see!
When we leave the boundaries of our flesh, bones, biomechanical instincts, and homes
What will be left over?
It’s in our nature, naturally.
Whats nature given you except testosterone and flimsy bones
new ways to turn old stones and
t-shirt clones with muzzled moans.
Gender is a construction site. So many slow men.
A queue, an aisle, a 1D trail from freedom to bile
You put the end in gender, baby
You’re queerer than Years and Years, darling
Have you heard of perfume genius, sweetie?
Trust your gut
Pick a nice natural neutral, normal, beige
Enter drugstore eugenics age
Offer the world then take the wage.
Unfiltered rage plus apologist news
Invite an expert plus some white shirt’s views
Call it net neutrality, sanitary sanity.
Biocide? Only if I can be by your side
I’m just a slab of meat looking for something real
Meat-death? - meet the inevitable Heat death of the universe
The cloud? I guess you’ve got to do something with all that rainwater
Automation? I repli-can't be bothered
Abundance? I’m alright thanks I had one earlier.
Hope? Well I guess it's something to do with all that newfound free time
Everyone is saying these days, that everyone is saying these days
that it’s easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism.
How many backups have you got?
I’m backed up against a wall, back in touch with a previous model,
Backed up all the way to 2009.
Bandwagon? More like a runaway train
Hope it hurts when it smashes off the rails of your bitter boundaries
*toot toot* - All aboard the gender train
Sorry love this carriage is full, even Jezza’s sitting on it.
Who is this masked bandit? The thelma and louise of drag
Got Sent home coz ive got imposter syndrome
You can do ANYTHING so do it now!
Explicit exploitation is inefficient
Convince yourself it’s a service
It's not all about you freedom is social
I can't do it all by myself.
Free choice is being stuck inside a build a bear workshop
with one way plexiglass walls
Enter the Panopticon!
How’d I get here?
In a maze of networked social disattention and Ambient anxiety
Burn the fucking comments section
The sum total of all the pointless fires in history
All the fragile victims in the house say heeeeeeeey!
I only buy off the rack, average, scorched around the edges, stale and bitter.
Counterproductive, unconstructive, anti-criticism cynicism,
Because you’re not worth it, but you probably deserve it.
Don’t settle for second-rate, only accept the diabolical, unrelatable, and incomprehensible
The greater of many evils.
Be your worst self
Fuck it up, sack it off, chicken out, burn the bridge, don’t brush your teeth, leave your shoes on and for fucks sake, slam the door on your way out.
Coz you were right all along - it is someone else’s fault and there’s probably nout you can do about it anyway
What is the ecological pronoun?
Who are we? - Who is we?
And the nominee for oh-gee the jokes on me
Is everybody, nobody.
Biological freedom is coming
Infect all attempts at purity
Spill the volatili-T
Mum, I’m in the 4th dimension, see?
So - nature or nurture?
I learnt to suck dick the hard way
Change the channel, dear.
Natur-wissen-shaft em all
I can feel the algo-rhythm of your heart, honey
You can slide down my iron curtain, sweetheart
Sign my little red fuck, comrade
Cover me in your digital solution.
PUSH THE BUTTON I fucking double dare you
Yeah, edge us to oblivion
It’s a post-capitalist wet dream
Count the nocturnal emissions - I’m going nuclear
We’re just Bacteria with spaceships and bb-cream
Clawing through soft wax, fat, unseen -
Picking at a lesion on the hydra of multi-headed catastrophe
Yes, this is the future us corporeal beings want,
And reality-based community,
Growth hormones in our feeds
And a lukewarm warning to heed.
Mum, I’m in the fourth dimension, see! | The Place, Thurs 28 Feb 19