>>27 Listen to me, oh Muses, Listen to me, oh hetaerae, Listen to me, oh ye unbemused.
Even before Zeus in majesty lie, from its joys is the earth abused, ever since Man planted wheat and rye, even before then also, knew motherdom.
Of the community of woman dreamed a man named Pláton; to free Man from the tyranny of alliance and allegiance. What once was individual martyrdom was made collective -- this we now vision.
And from this original sin, committed by none in particular, through the arraying of the times and the things, the great lie comes crashing down. Catastrophe.
The world arrays itself in two great sides, and like the wheels of a barrow they keep each side turning until the cadaver is finally sunk into the ground.
Chuds, they cry! Degenerates, they shudder. The community of women is upon us! And now motherdom and martyrdom are even more loudly proclaimed by the priest and rabbi!
For now the suffering of women finally has been detached from the rule of men, and now women are free to dictate their own suffering, and the terms of their prostitution.
Just like the labourer may dictate the terms of his own slavery on himself.
Yet to they decry their slavery? Do they decry their prostitution? Do they decry their debasement that is more assured than their daily bread? They've been taught to love it.
Yeah, the community of women is upon us, now she is property of the integrality of society! Ashame yourself of your jealousy! They tell us! Ashame yourself!
You may not: Seize that person in a mass, extract them from a group, in which they participates.
You have separated society from its rightful property, its lawful profit.
It is fine, however, for you proles to reproduce, to divert and expend yourselves in inanities and pre-arranged protocol. To jump from hump to hump and meaningless encounter from meaningless encounter, and call that "free association".
"Sex is TCP/IP, not UDP." "Love is Free." "Love is Love" "Love is Beautiful" Bah. The copula connects all things together.
They love negative freedom so much that they'll soon also free themselves from living.
Listen to me, oh Muses,
Listen to me, oh hetaerae,
Listen to me, oh ye unbemused.
Even before Zeus in majesty lie,
from its joys is the earth abused,
ever since Man planted wheat and rye,
even before then also, knew motherdom.
Of the community of woman dreamed
a man named Pláton; to free Man from
the tyranny of alliance and allegiance.
What once was individual martyrdom
was made collective -- this we now vision.
And from this original sin, committed
by none in particular, through the
arraying of the times and the things,
the great lie comes crashing down.
Catastrophe.
The world arrays itself in two great
sides, and like the wheels of a barrow
they keep each side turning until the
cadaver is finally sunk into the ground.
Chuds, they cry! Degenerates, they shudder.
The community of women is upon us!
And now motherdom and martyrdom are even
more loudly proclaimed by the priest and rabbi!
For now the suffering of women finally
has been detached from the rule of men,
and now women are free to dictate their
own suffering, and the terms of their
prostitution.
Just like the labourer may dictate the
terms of his own slavery on himself.
Yet to they decry their slavery?
Do they decry their prostitution?
Do they decry their debasement that
is more assured than their daily bread?
They've been taught to love it.
Yeah, the community of women is upon us,
now she is property of the integrality
of society! Ashame yourself of your jealousy!
They tell us! Ashame yourself!
You may not:
Seize that person in a mass,
extract them from a group,
in which they participates.
You have separated society from its
rightful property, its lawful profit.
It is fine, however,
for you proles to reproduce,
to divert and expend yourselves
in inanities and pre-arranged protocol.
To jump from hump to hump and meaningless
encounter from meaningless encounter,
and call that "free association".
"Sex is TCP/IP, not UDP."
"Love is Free."
"Love is Love"
"Love is Beautiful"
Bah. The copula connects all things together.
They love negative freedom so much
that they'll soon also free themselves
from living.