Whatever happened to that Zoom Zoom kid? Something salacious no doubt…
Birds of a feather arrow together
Flight patterns of honed edge vees
Straight rigid assemblies
Dodging sticks and stones
Admiringly pretty and picky
Protecting the filigree of their plumage
Beaketh the lords and loons
Gander the squeakers and squallers
Flying narrow they miss the precipice
“As Conover (1984, 761) explains, Relatively few Americans think “ideologically” in the sense that they order their political beliefs according to certain basic ideological principles. Thus, as Kinder (1982) has pointed out, the key question is no longer “do people think ideologically?” but rather simply, “how do people think about politics?” In addressing this question one approach is to return to “basics,” to go back to those ideas that originally fueled research on political behavior. And, one of the more appealing of those is the notion that people’s ties to various groups help to structure their political thinking.”
– Lilliana Mason
How I see it is people mentally view politics less structurally and more emotionally networked. Like social media versus architecture, the safety and security of group cohesion necessitates links, bonds, familiarity. Government can seem more solid, more reliable if it contains the same parts, same like-minded people doing “work” than variations coming to consensus. We’d be better off with government as a tree with the trunk being the basis of policies instead of the group-orienting branches that stick together separately. Foundations that represent the whole seems like a good jumping off point and place to return when astray. Branches reaching out and away create offspring that lose sight of the roots.
Funny numbers, too much numbers mumbling at me. Statistics freely warfare napalming my hands, eyes and mindful mind anxiously watching waiting. Waiting harshly, avidly, awake for too many numbered hours tracking my relevancy. Modern world degrees of isolation and congealing masses body to body conjunctions, fractions, allusions to paradiso purifico.
Pure stress upon the media creators, labours of love to lust to lucrative coinage. Digital playground. Like pornos looking for excessive acclaim, absolution. If They like me I must be goody good. Worthy of approval online grovel digital casting couch. Couch me in comforting cushions and arms.
Unset my eyes to look at nothing in particular. The stage a world and I and I just paying member of the prole animal audience. Cover eyes and cup ears. Try to scream but I have no mouth. AM pleasure-seeking with me while I heed no moderation, while I hedonist daily, while I count down weekly for monthly stipend bringing next empty pocket and guilt.
Sin set down, purple canvas, pink waves vibrate within golden winds. Howling beauty comes to high pitch to torment mine ears, bash and smash drums internally, I run way, run away, cover ears tightly and stuff cotton inside me. The world is so noisy my crooked thoughts reverberate strait. Sounds soulful and lovely the daydream that lifts and separates me from life external.
Socially bisected and fluid dynamically, get along but just as wishful to get away. Hot and cold personality too distant to attach to me, don’t try to don’t make me divide myself from you and you and you. Many bodies pushing around me filling me so much. Embiggens me above measure now waiting for the head to be cut off and be another body. Walk around loverly no extensions to temples they create borders to love and family. Wishing illusions so I won’t burn out again. Brain was on fire and I spit it all out in dose arrays around me around the city. Rushed it all, real ADHD no rapper’s t-shirt message. Fast electricity in head speeding these trains towards inevitable wreck. Sonny Chiba can’t save me it’s a bullet train to oblivion, survive the wreckage salvage my leftover mess and fix it up again again. Reincarnation in the present.