Abyssal Kiss

The politics of action
Are not ideological
The politics of praxis
Are not theoretical
Shrewd policy sage ministers
Overflow from shallow graves half dug
A bad gallows joke, too clever by far
Gunned down by Commissar Grug
Theory unsung made sublime.

What's the big idea anyway --
It turns out
Painting is easy when you have ink and a brush
Or so the learned men said
Practice arrives like a lightning strike
The ink turns out to be flammable
Canvass turns into ash in a brushfire
Cruel plasma paints new realities
With blisters, and scars and scorch marks
And corpses and blood
To Heaven's Applause
For a Mandate of Force.

Nice framework you built...
Why not a scarecrow,
Weathervane
And a lightning rod?

You know, I have a theory too
We never left the primitive battlefields
Where savage apes vie for dominance
Who has the power, bro?
Asked me some Russian guy,
He told me truth is with the powerful one
I said isn't that backwards
Isn't the power in truth?
He pulled out a Glock and shot me in the gut
Then said "would I ever lie to you?"

Instantly I achieved Buddha Enlightenment.

Ah, so this is it,
It's All One Thing
The solution to politic
And to suffering
The Truth of the Tao
Plain as day
Silent my being
Stilling my heart
No right or wrong
Mean or kind
Simple, and right there from the start!
"I will pay it no mind."

No-mind.
No-mind.
No-mind.

The revolutionary action happens
Before the revolutionary is conscious
The plans most best laid
Are those already accomplished
The doctrine ain't faith
And protocol isn't tactics
All under heaven is in disarray
But life's never been better
I have commandeered
A Nuclear Submarine
And a Blackhawk Gunship
And I've shot up the Senate
Took the President hostage
And I did all that
To impress Jodie Foster.

No-mind.
No-mind.
No-mind.

If I returned to monke maybe I be happy?
Smash Grug with rock.
Crack bone. Eat marrow.
Drink blood.
Sacrifice for superstition
To the Forest Ancestor Spirit.
Maybe I rape
Enemy tribe.
Maybe I will not think of what I own
But what I eat and what I kill.

No-mind.
No-mind.
No-mind.

Maybe I can be happy...
Maybe you can be happy, too.

...But if things were better...
...They wouldn't be any better...
...They'd be worse...

No-mind.
No-mind.
No-mind.

The nanoscopic, infinitesimal, imperceivable and infinite chasm
Separating nothing from everything...
Wow... The Void...!!

I watched too much anime
I played too many JRPGs
Now I am a Kamikaze Nietzschean
With Nuclear Bazooka Arms
Seeking to Annihilate All That Exists
At the top of the world declaring
"I am Samurai!"
What happened to me.
What have I become?
The answer:
I am become!

Based and redpilled!

No-mind.
No-mind.
No-mind.

I love the Abyss, and I believe
I cannot know, or hear,
or see, or touch,
or feel in any way the truth of this
And nevertheless, I believe
That the Abyss loves me.
So what if it sees me looking?
I see you!
I blow it kisses.
I delude myself.
It asks for my consent.
I say YES.

Maybe I can be happy...
Maybe you can be happy, too.

No-mind.
No-mind.
No-mind.

Ah, so this is it... the Book... of Kisses!

No-mind.
No-mind.
No-mind.
No-mind.
No-mind.
No-mind.
No-mind.
No-mind.
No-mind.