Say, I don’t say, won’t say, it’s not that I can’t say, it’s that I won’t be complicit to a night robbing a mare. If I could place an X everywhere I see that face, I would, but sci-fi won’t let me do it. Too terrifying. The ability to destroy someone’s presence by virtue of technology, a ghost I don’t want to wake up if we are unable to care for all. With such ethics, I’m embraced by a dilemma. Can’t stand, can’t hear, can’t bare a human stench so vile that destroys the truth for sake of an apparent success. If I don’t say, won’t say, it’s not that I can’t say, it’s that I won’t be a victim of Newspeak, don’t say, won’t say blah, blah, blah, it’s just pOpCoRn SpEaKiNg. But it is there, stealing science, denying facts, selling narratives, lies are groomed for self-serving greedy ischemic bats, can’t see, won’t see, it’s not that they can’t see. If the bat can't feel, it doesn't exist. I’ve seen it before, behind an imaginary wall, itch scarring, robbing bling bling for a nada nada worth zip without air, water, bees. Say, I don’t say, won’t say, it’s not that I can’t say, it’s that I won’t be enslaved for a cent from a liar’s lair. Instead, could we allow our stems to grow until they breathe health? In just ice. Bats don't care. Bastard artist, worth nada nada, has zero bling bling, aficionado, force $ blind. Boo hoo, wasted breath, two-timed. SuRe, pOpCoRn SpEaKiNg. clean your noise SuRe, pOpCoRn SpEaKiNg. I don’t care what's being said if it's nonsense, don't let nonsense rule what you believe. Call it bad art, throw it away. Yet hope it'll reach the caves where bats have built a nest. Even when the art becomes dung, repeat in vain until indelibly exceptional it enlightens them. From here to there, do say, what has to be said, repeat and rinse, not because it's all you can do. It’s because you've felt the stench of sewage palpitating beside hope, lived in caves afraid of the light, have cleaned squalid sadness, have buried the dead until madness has won you over, have been forgotten over and over again until history regrets it has to repeat itself in divergent faces, same consequences. And you, having read what happened decide to prevent it from becoming an eternal recurrence of the hatred. I need What do you need? an eternal recurrence of the kind. I need What do you need? the facts to be aligned with a justice that isn’t blind but knows after hefty study what could happen if we don’t start shifting our cares from la bling bling worth nada nada to the worthy: bees, oceans, glaciers, seeds, trees, a me and a you that won’t kill what is true for a nada nada, bling bling, la la la with some pOpCoRn nearby. Hear it pOp, what to say to nonsense that replies to nonsense with nothing but the same nonsense until meaning doubts there’s no sense but a non? Don't tire what you've got to say. Spend in meanings, not in feelings. If it's pOpCoRn SpEaKiNg, politely say: No, thank you. I’m quite full and I won't address that nonsense anymore.