Songs of Praise for the Heart Beyond Cure
SONGS OF PRAISE FOR THE HEART BEYOND CURE:
We will sing a song of praise
for the heart beyond cure
Raise our voices up to serve
the bad and the impure.
We will sing to the fallen and
the filth in which they lay
Finish up with the bender
and go outside to play.
We'll complete the circuits of bliss
Our evils amputated
Filaments burnt in pursuit of oblivion
will be regenerated.
We will sing a song of praise
For the heart beyond cure
We will play with ourselves in the fields
and the houses of the Lord.
We're an army of soldiers and
our camp is in the sewer
But we strike as one and our numbers are legion
and every hand is sure.
When the sound of our song has reached every ear
And the gutter is venerated
How the mighty will fall
and how the fallen will rise
And how justice will be sated.
HUMANITY:
Made only to be mocked by God
And possibly ignored.
Made only to be cowed by shame
And surly and abhorred.
Most often when we're idle
we complain of being bored.
We're made of shit,
We live in shit:
Diseased and drunk and poor.
Like crows and rats and feral cats
Our eyes grow bright for trash.
We're hoarders, trickers,
Fevered pickers,
The afflicted and the rash.
COOPER WIZARD:
The wilderness and the countryside are actually inside our bodies, like dreams.
When people leave the city, all their cells open up on one side, and the countryside streams out through their eyeballs.
People who grow up in the wilderness store the city inside their cells.
That's why there's more and more city and less and less wilderness. They keep coming to the city to see what it's like, and more city comes out of their eyes.
Soon there will be only city, just as once there was only the wild.
PETRA:
So, my name is Petra? And I'm really glad I don't live in Southern California. Things would just be so much worse there. I mean, I already think that things are pretty bad here?
It's mostly the popular kids. I don't really like the popular kids, and they don't really like me? And it seems like everyone likes them the best, even the teachers.
So anyway, I want to make a group of all the unpopular kids? So that we can work together, to kind of fight the popular kids?
So, there are a few people who are going to be in my group, and the first one's Sandy? She likes to sit on her bum, like, with her heels under her bum, and like, jiggle back and forth really fast. And the popular girls always make fun of her and say that it's dirty? And it...it is, cause Sandy told me so. She said it feels really good, like, sexual. AND that it was one of the popular girls who told her how to do it. And I just think they're hypocrites, you know? And I hate hypocrites!
Then there's Todd? Todd's gay, but it's hard to tell cause he's only 11? He always wants to play bride? But people always you know, beat him up for it and stuff? But he still just wants to play bride all the time. It's kind of sad
And then number three is Rani Patel, and she's, like, from India so she doesn't know a lot of the cool stuff, like top 9 at 9 and Le Chateau and stuff? She just knows like about India and stuff? Any time she goes outside the popular boys always go
"Paki Paki stinky Paki!"
And they're just showing how ignorant they are, cause she's not even FROM Pakistan! They're just so STUPID it makes me CRAZY! I just hate the ignoramousness of it all. When my group gets going whenever we see those boys we're going to go
"Bigot bigot, stupid bigot!"
They just don't get it that it's not cool to be a hypocritical ignoramous!
But still, I think with this new group it's going to be good. It's going to work out.
I'm just glad, like I said, that I don't live in Southern California. The popular kids there would be getting their whole own sit-com and plastic surgery. And it's not like just like the teachers would like them the best. The whole WORLD would like them the best.
And so my group, instead of just doing the "Bigot, Bigot" thing-we'd probably have to take extreme measures like bringing bombs to school and like, we'd have to use angel dust and things? I mean, a group like I have here, I can manage, but I don't want to run a group like that. Uugh.
So, anyways, I'm really glad I live in Canada.
THE BIRDS COME BACK:
The birds come back
and bejewel
and act gleeful
Even to us
who are such assholes
and so lazy
and don't deserve them.
The world is perfect
and we're such fuck-ups,
who ruin everything
and kill everything.
But the birds come back,
which is amazing.
There's even Muskrats;
there's even Beavers.
EMILY WIZARD:
We're afraid of nature because in nature there are more pictures than words,
and that makes us think of chaos, which we hate. We try to train nature to
have manners. We tell it: "Look, the blossom's better than
the bud! The green is better than the brown! Use the green!" but it doesn't
listen.
It's okay, because we're building our own nature, and it's going to be much better than the original.
VERY SMALL MAGIC BABY:
I am a very small magic baby. I was made in a cellar, out of bits of plant matter, soil, the tissues of a lot of animals and special magical words. I grew in an enamel pot with a breathable covering over the top, which was made out of long human hair.
I may be only the size of a jellybean, but I am unnaturally smart.
I have a friend who I communicate with through telepathy. The telepathic connection was already live when I became came into existence.
My friend is also a peculiarly small baby, but he wasn't made by magic. He was made by science, from chemicals. He grew in the uterus of a Minzhu pig. He lives in an incubator in a science lab.
Neither of us can really move. It's not safe for me to crawl around in here because I'm so small and there are so many dangerous substances in the cellar. It's the same situation for my friend in the lab.
You can imagine how grateful we are for our telepathic link. It's pretty boring in the lab, but I love the science baby and he loves me, so we're doing ok.
But if anyone hears this message, would you please come free me so I can go and see her in the lab?
NOT DEAD YET:
I'm a blind shrew.
An eagle ate me in one bite.
I'm inside it's stomach now,
But I'm about to fight my way out.
I'm a crackhead.
I love smoking crack.
I know it makes me look bad,
But it makes me happy
And clever and wild and free.
I'm a little girl.
A man from my building raped me and put me in a dumpster.
It wasn't fair.
I'm going to excape.
I'm a tiny brown seed in the ground.
I accidentally sprouted before the springtime came.
I almost died.
But I'm going to survive.
We're going to survive.
We're going to survive.