1 September 2012
Nights of late, I tell you, I've been having trouble sleeping; we have to shift my servers so that they can keep on leaking through the walls of the establishment, staining brown their white gloss paint, a nomad with a shitty stick, I've been stirring up some hate.
I'm not a rapey Jesus: they've just got it in for me, but I'm going to take the power back when I leave the embassy; once I'm plugged in, fully charged, then we'll see who's free.
Stockholm syndrome would be a disaster, I don't heart the US one bit, & OMG Bradley Manning, Red and blue liberty: crock of shit. I don't want to be tied together, though he's not an acquaintance at all, you'll understand what I mean if you know me; I see shadows where axes will fall.
I'm not a rapey Jesus: they've just got it in for me, but I'm going to take the power back when I leave the embassy; once I'm plugged in, fully charged, then we'll see who's free.
Now I'm peering out of Windows, musing diplomatically, as a democratic shitstorm whirrs outside my balcony. I'm not a rapey Jesus, but my truth will set you free: charge me up and plug me in, resurrect me on TV, roll back my stone in Ecuador, I'll wear the crown with glee. I'm insurgency incarnate, I want YOU to follow ME, I'm redefining freedom when I leave the embassy.
I'm Not A Rapey Jesus • Opuss № I