After patriarchy collapses / And capitalism crumbles / We’ll get lost in each other’s / Trickster minds and bodies / Free to touch and let go / Touch and let go, sliding in/ And out of kaleidoscopic embrace
Surging through the streets in uncountable thousands, burning policestations to the ground, convincing army troops of their commonality, spontaneously organizing themselves to protect property, direct traffic, and deal with emergencies, smoking out Mubarak’s attempt tocapitalize on the inevitable looting and violence, they are revealing to the world a new national template: self-organization.
[Must Not Sleep] • "My mouth touching his chest, I started sucking out the garbage trapped in his heart. I sucked out one image after another and spat them into space until finally nothing remained." The final episode of the novel Must Not Sleep, a transformative ride through shamanic space.
[Must Not Sleep] • "In a way, you could say that it's impossible to know who Dick is, or how many Dicks there really are. Maybe there are endless Dicks in the universe, morphing from one tyrannical father figure to another." Episode 15 of the novel Must Not Sleep, a transformative ride through shamanic space.
[Must Not Sleep] • "A lot's gone down since we were separated from each other. For one thing, I came across a very dark project involving humanity's future. The person — or entity, I don't know what to call him — who's at the center of it is the one you called Papa." Episode 14 of the novel Must Not Sleep, a transformative ride through shamanic space.