L'Avenir dure longtemps

I'm going to shrug this apparatus off
I will not be interpellated anymore,
to be hailed as your
always
already
subject.
I'm going to set the dancing table
on fire!

Take the life from your memory

Étranglez-vous à la mort.
I will not remember
I will not remember
you no more.

Revenez à l'humanisme!
Revenez à l'humanisme!
Revenez à l'humanisme!

What is uttered to
identify you
is in contradiction
to your lack of
_______.

You are a
hanger-on.
Taking young fresh
bodies
and
minds,
you kill them with
your
decrepit oldness.
Throwback theatrical
delusional exploiter
leaving ruined lives
in your polluted wake.

Your head is stuffed with
stories
I no longer care to read.
They were too
quaint for me anyway.
But I was
your willing
captive
audience,
imprisoned myself
for so long
circumscribed by
ideologyhegemonydiscoursediscursivepractices
under your watchful eye
in the
panopticon.

The journals that mention your name
the pictures that you stained
with your horrid image
(Bonjour image!)
have been disposed of.
(Adieu image!)
They should have never been preserved,
they festered.
Forcing the memory
to always remain.

And it turns itself inside out, over and over again, until it means nothing real anymore. It dances seductively in my mind. Commodified. I buy, and buy and buy and buy and buy.

You must be cut down
with the scythe.

зашнуровано вверх как чучело.