Dear George,
America has always had a problem with Black preachers. Here is why: American is a world power and the truth is that no nation becomes a great power without leaving a string of evil acts in its wake. The blood shed by the powerful attracts the attention of the Greek Furies who, in unguarded moments, sink their teeth into the souls of the nation until it is driven insane.
For a country like America, it is imperative that a fantasy bubble be firmly in place as protection against these Furies. It is a bubble that seals out the rancid smell of rotting viscera and deadens the cries of the broken and the oppressed. Within this bubble, Americans are able to entertain the illusion that we are benevolent citizens of a benevolent republic that cares only about spreading benevolent ideals to the world.
The trouble with Black preachers is that they are constantly trying to pop this bubble and leave us exposed to the wrath of the Furies. The fact that Black preachers can preach circles around White preachers doesn’t help.
The Black preacher is the prophet who stands outside the walls of the city and enumerates the sins of the King within. He discomforts and disturbs with his belief that the church should be an institution that acts into the world.
Black preachers simply do not understand that organized religion exists to numb and soothe. The purpose of the sermon is not to enflame and inspire, but to allow the listener to sink into a grey haze of indifference and inattention. Church is a place to be seen and not a place to worship.
Martin Luther King was the prototype of the trouble-making Black preacher. The disruption and discord he created with his inflammatory sermons let loose the full fury of the Furies on an unsuspecting White America. It set into motion a era of disorder and upset that was only quelled when White America began jailing as many Black youths as it could get its hands on.
Now we have another Black preacher trying to pop America’s complacent bubble, Rev. Jeremiah Wright, Barak Obama’s minister. Here is a preacher trying to create turmoil and discord by telling the truth. As soon as the truth raises its head, the Furies raise theirs, which is why the truth must not only be suppressed, it must be destroyed.
Here we have a preacher proclaiming that, “We have no right to take a life!” I ask you, George, how in the fuck can you run an empire without a little collateral damage?
Then there are his disturbing claims that racism is alive and well in America. What nonsense! Blacks live in impoverished ghettos because they want to. America is a land of equal opportunity for all those born into the right families with the right connections and with the ability to kiss the right asses.
Well, thank God your employees on The New York Times[1] know how to handle him. They printed an article on the front page about Wright’s appearance before the National Press Club in Washington. In it, they reduced Wright to a publicity-seeking buffoon, not to be taken seriously. You can always count on the Times to make sure America’s fantasy bubble is never popped.
There are no poor Blacks in America, only Blacks not born into the right families without the right connections who don't know how to kiss the right asses.
The beauty of this is that Obama is dumb enough to distance himself from Wright instead of stomping on the media with both feet for aiding and abetting America’s racism by marginalizing an outspoken Black preacher.
America learned her lesson with King: you don’t take these guys seriously.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
[1] Stanley, Alesandra. “Not Speaking for Obama, Pastor Speaks for Himself, at Length. The New York Times, Tuesday, April 29, 2008.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Preserving the Freedom of our Economic Democracy
Dear George,
We are living in dangerous times. No, I’m not talking about terrorism; that is nothing more than a non-threat elevated to the level of an imaginary real threat for the purposes of keeping our military-industrial-security complex in robust health.
The danger I speak of strikes at the very heart of our democratic system. But first, I have to take you around the barn a couple of times, so try not to fall behind.
When Ronnie brought mourning to America, he oversaw a seismic change in democracy. Under his firm hand, both political and social democracies were exiled to history’s dustbin and were replaced by economic democracy. This was a frightfully clever ideology in which the masses were scammed into becoming willing participants in their own exploitation.
Two dynamics shored up this economic democracy: debt-driven consumerism and the Africa Syndrome.
Consumerism allowed the drones to maintain a façade of prosperity as they slid slowly down the economic ladder. If the local factory closed forcing blue-collar workers to don a Wal-Mart vest, their impoverishment was tolerable as long as their line of credit had some wiggle room left. It was easy for a drone to forget his misery if he could plop himself down in front of a big-screen TV and lose himself in “Dancing with the Stars” or “WWF Raw.” In short, America’s working class sunk into a gentile poverty that preserved the illusion of a thread-bare prosperity.
The Africa Syndrome is a little more subtle. Thanks to it, America is convinced that poverty wears blackface makeup. It is something that happens in the ghettos and not the burbs. This is because the only time America sees an African on the tube, he is either starving, diseased or dead. But above, an African is a label and not a human being.
What is telling is the outrage that followed Katrina. It lasted only until Blacks were evacuated from New Orleans and scattered across the nation. They were still as poor and as miserable as ever, but they were now diffused and invisible.
These two pillars that supported America’s experiment in economic democracy are starting to crumble. We are beginning to see the stirrings of a populist revolt in the growing popularity of “jingle mail” where homeowners are mailing their house keys to the bank and walking away from the negative equity their houses now represent.
The social fabric that once equated default with shame is no more. The economic repercussions could be devastating. However, I don’t see it getting out of hand as long as corporate-friendly courts are willing to seize property and garnish poverty level wages.
The real problem is the threat the Africa Syndrome is under. The successful exploitation of Whites has always depended on the presence of a Black underclass upon which poor whites could heap scorn and prejudice.
Tragically, this instrument of social control is under attack by the presence of one Barack Obama. Every time he opens his mouth, every time he is shown on the tube, America sees a Black man who is articulate and intelligent. He’s not angry; he’s not peppering his sentences with “‘mo fuckers.” In short, he comes across as a human being, and therein lays the danger.
George, the day Blacks cease to be labels and become human beings is the day the entire structure of economic democracy will collapse. Once Whites discover that their lives are becoming as wretched as Blacks, you will see the growth of a class solidarity that could well shake the very foundations of finance capitalism.
This is why it is so important that your Corporatists throw their weight behind HillBill. She’s spent enough time at the pig trough that she will do whatever is necessary to keep it filled to the brim. Her strength is that she will give the impression of a populist revolt without actually creating one. The same cannot be said for Obama. We simply can’t allow the racist scales to fall from America’s eyes.
Successful impoverishment rests upon a firm foundation of divide and rule. As long as animosity between Blacks and Whites can be kept at the boiling point, the health of our economic democracy is guaranteed.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
We are living in dangerous times. No, I’m not talking about terrorism; that is nothing more than a non-threat elevated to the level of an imaginary real threat for the purposes of keeping our military-industrial-security complex in robust health.
The danger I speak of strikes at the very heart of our democratic system. But first, I have to take you around the barn a couple of times, so try not to fall behind.
When Ronnie brought mourning to America, he oversaw a seismic change in democracy. Under his firm hand, both political and social democracies were exiled to history’s dustbin and were replaced by economic democracy. This was a frightfully clever ideology in which the masses were scammed into becoming willing participants in their own exploitation.
Two dynamics shored up this economic democracy: debt-driven consumerism and the Africa Syndrome.
Consumerism allowed the drones to maintain a façade of prosperity as they slid slowly down the economic ladder. If the local factory closed forcing blue-collar workers to don a Wal-Mart vest, their impoverishment was tolerable as long as their line of credit had some wiggle room left. It was easy for a drone to forget his misery if he could plop himself down in front of a big-screen TV and lose himself in “Dancing with the Stars” or “WWF Raw.” In short, America’s working class sunk into a gentile poverty that preserved the illusion of a thread-bare prosperity.
The Africa Syndrome is a little more subtle. Thanks to it, America is convinced that poverty wears blackface makeup. It is something that happens in the ghettos and not the burbs. This is because the only time America sees an African on the tube, he is either starving, diseased or dead. But above, an African is a label and not a human being.
What is telling is the outrage that followed Katrina. It lasted only until Blacks were evacuated from New Orleans and scattered across the nation. They were still as poor and as miserable as ever, but they were now diffused and invisible.
These two pillars that supported America’s experiment in economic democracy are starting to crumble. We are beginning to see the stirrings of a populist revolt in the growing popularity of “jingle mail” where homeowners are mailing their house keys to the bank and walking away from the negative equity their houses now represent.
The social fabric that once equated default with shame is no more. The economic repercussions could be devastating. However, I don’t see it getting out of hand as long as corporate-friendly courts are willing to seize property and garnish poverty level wages.
The real problem is the threat the Africa Syndrome is under. The successful exploitation of Whites has always depended on the presence of a Black underclass upon which poor whites could heap scorn and prejudice.
Tragically, this instrument of social control is under attack by the presence of one Barack Obama. Every time he opens his mouth, every time he is shown on the tube, America sees a Black man who is articulate and intelligent. He’s not angry; he’s not peppering his sentences with “‘mo fuckers.” In short, he comes across as a human being, and therein lays the danger.
George, the day Blacks cease to be labels and become human beings is the day the entire structure of economic democracy will collapse. Once Whites discover that their lives are becoming as wretched as Blacks, you will see the growth of a class solidarity that could well shake the very foundations of finance capitalism.
This is why it is so important that your Corporatists throw their weight behind HillBill. She’s spent enough time at the pig trough that she will do whatever is necessary to keep it filled to the brim. Her strength is that she will give the impression of a populist revolt without actually creating one. The same cannot be said for Obama. We simply can’t allow the racist scales to fall from America’s eyes.
Successful impoverishment rests upon a firm foundation of divide and rule. As long as animosity between Blacks and Whites can be kept at the boiling point, the health of our economic democracy is guaranteed.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
Monday, April 28, 2008
War is Sweet
Dear George,
War is delectable; it is so crunchy on the teeth. Here we have the highest expression of the human spirit. Only on the battlefield can man struggle for the glory that is his destiny. Honor descends on him astride the incoming round that blows him to bits. He dies knowing that in some place, at some time, someone will carve his name in marble and his memory will endure from generation unto generation, all the days of his life. For the warrior there is the honor of the shattered limb and the glory of disfigurement.
Though the suffering remains constant, the face of war has changed. Once, wars were waged to be won; now they are waged to go on and on. Nothing spoils a good war like victory. All wars are a source of funding and actually winning one can only have a negative impact on our economy. War is America's economic steroid.
War plays an important political role, as well. The corporatist state needs frighened drones to function efficiently. A nation tolerates war because it is afraid, and a frightened public is more willing to lose a freedom here and a freedom there, all for the sake of security.
War is our friend, George. The next time you and Jesus sit down for a hand or two of Texas Holdem, ask him to keep the Iraq enterprise bubbling a bit longer. Your defense contractors will thank you for it.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
War is delectable; it is so crunchy on the teeth. Here we have the highest expression of the human spirit. Only on the battlefield can man struggle for the glory that is his destiny. Honor descends on him astride the incoming round that blows him to bits. He dies knowing that in some place, at some time, someone will carve his name in marble and his memory will endure from generation unto generation, all the days of his life. For the warrior there is the honor of the shattered limb and the glory of disfigurement.
Though the suffering remains constant, the face of war has changed. Once, wars were waged to be won; now they are waged to go on and on. Nothing spoils a good war like victory. All wars are a source of funding and actually winning one can only have a negative impact on our economy. War is America's economic steroid.
War plays an important political role, as well. The corporatist state needs frighened drones to function efficiently. A nation tolerates war because it is afraid, and a frightened public is more willing to lose a freedom here and a freedom there, all for the sake of security.
War is our friend, George. The next time you and Jesus sit down for a hand or two of Texas Holdem, ask him to keep the Iraq enterprise bubbling a bit longer. Your defense contractors will thank you for it.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Keeping our Virtual Reality Virtual
Dear George,
HillBill was right when she jumped all over Obama for saying that America’s underclasses are “bitter.” In attacking him, HillBill reinforced the salient fact that there are two levels of reality in American politics: the virtual and the actual. Obama erred in shining a light on the actual reality, and Hill Bill responded by redirecting America’s attention to the virtual reality, which is the only reality that counts.
Virtual reality is the reality that is defined by statistics released by various government agencies. It is a quantified reality, tweaked and caressed by our political leaders to prove to Americans that they are prosperous and happy.
Actual reality is the day to day misery and anxiety experienced by the majority of the public.
The purpose of America’s virtual reality is to comfort and soothe and to allow our political leaders to stay put in their comfort zone of denial as they continue to raid the public treasure for earmarks and defense contracts.
For this virtual reality to work, it is crucial that the books be creatively cooked. HillBill understands this process since it was during hubby BillHill’s administration when the coup de grace was administered to whatever integrity remained in our economic reporting system. As one critic explained it, “Unemployment was redefined to eliminate five million discouraged workers and to lower the unemployment rate; methodologies were changed to reduce poverty reporting, to reduce reported CPI inflation, to inflate reported GDP growth, among others.”
Employing the pre-BillHill methodology would give us an actual unemployment rate of 12.5%. It would also give us a reality that was a little too real. What politician is willing to risk his career by telling America the truth when he would be swamped by a sea of cooked statistics proving that the truth isn’t true at all.
America is the land of prosperity and opportunity and it is crucial that the numbers be distorted to reflect this virtual reality.
But, BillHill didn’t stop with terminating discouraged workers. Another technique for determining unemployment was to survey a sampling of 60,000 households. BillHill reduced this number by eliminating 10,000 inner city households from the survey. All of a sudden, there was a significant drop in Black unemployment, and the sweet smell of prosperity wafted from America’s ghettos.
In truth, this creative book cooking has been a bipartisan effort that started with the Johnson administration’s effort to prove that we could afford both guns and butter.
It all gets down to a question of what kind of president America wants. Do we want someone like HillBill who has years of expertise in creating virtual reality, or do we want someone like Obama who will get us all upset by telling us the truth? If you’re not sure of the answer, just check the ratings for American Idol.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
HillBill was right when she jumped all over Obama for saying that America’s underclasses are “bitter.” In attacking him, HillBill reinforced the salient fact that there are two levels of reality in American politics: the virtual and the actual. Obama erred in shining a light on the actual reality, and Hill Bill responded by redirecting America’s attention to the virtual reality, which is the only reality that counts.
Virtual reality is the reality that is defined by statistics released by various government agencies. It is a quantified reality, tweaked and caressed by our political leaders to prove to Americans that they are prosperous and happy.
Actual reality is the day to day misery and anxiety experienced by the majority of the public.
The purpose of America’s virtual reality is to comfort and soothe and to allow our political leaders to stay put in their comfort zone of denial as they continue to raid the public treasure for earmarks and defense contracts.
For this virtual reality to work, it is crucial that the books be creatively cooked. HillBill understands this process since it was during hubby BillHill’s administration when the coup de grace was administered to whatever integrity remained in our economic reporting system. As one critic explained it, “Unemployment was redefined to eliminate five million discouraged workers and to lower the unemployment rate; methodologies were changed to reduce poverty reporting, to reduce reported CPI inflation, to inflate reported GDP growth, among others.”
Employing the pre-BillHill methodology would give us an actual unemployment rate of 12.5%. It would also give us a reality that was a little too real. What politician is willing to risk his career by telling America the truth when he would be swamped by a sea of cooked statistics proving that the truth isn’t true at all.
America is the land of prosperity and opportunity and it is crucial that the numbers be distorted to reflect this virtual reality.
But, BillHill didn’t stop with terminating discouraged workers. Another technique for determining unemployment was to survey a sampling of 60,000 households. BillHill reduced this number by eliminating 10,000 inner city households from the survey. All of a sudden, there was a significant drop in Black unemployment, and the sweet smell of prosperity wafted from America’s ghettos.
In truth, this creative book cooking has been a bipartisan effort that started with the Johnson administration’s effort to prove that we could afford both guns and butter.
It all gets down to a question of what kind of president America wants. Do we want someone like HillBill who has years of expertise in creating virtual reality, or do we want someone like Obama who will get us all upset by telling us the truth? If you’re not sure of the answer, just check the ratings for American Idol.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Making the World Safe for Jesus Christ
Dear George,
Just because we’re a Christian® nation does not mean we are going to embrace every Christian who comes down the pike. What we are looking for are State-friendly Christians who worship the Bronze Age tribal God that is always blessing America. These are Christians who interpret Jesus’ command to clothe the naked, feed the hungry and shelter the homeless as a metaphorical command to keep our corporate elite in their designer clothes, Beluga caviar and gated communities.
Christians who take Jesus’ teachings to heart are a source of disorder and destruction as we discovered during the Civil Rights movement with its illegal boycotts and sit-ins.
Thanks to a Religious Right that is as well-funded as it is loud and obnoxious, the voice of liberal religion has been almost muted. I say “almost” because there is still one tumor remaining on Jesus’ nose: the United Church of Christ (UCC). They are getting dangerous, George, with their calls for gay marriage and social justice.
The Religious Right hasn’t shut them up, so it is time to look across the Pacific for inspiration. And you need look no further than the Philippines, one of the first nations to whom we gave the blessings of Democracy™ in the days following the Spanish-American War.
Philippine President Gloria Arroyo is another world leader into whose eyes you have looked and seen the toenails of her soul. It seems she also has a problem with troublesome religious leaders who are making noise about social justice and all that other shit. One of the more radical organizations is the United Church of Christ in the Philippines (UCCP).
Her strategy for dealing with those troublemakers is summed up in two words: extrajudicial killings. Just as the Inquisition purified Christianity with stake and rack, she is purifying Christianity with bullets. To date, her government has terminated over 900 human rights workers “with extreme prejudice.”
It is axiomatic that it is easier to kill a label than a human being. So she has designated the church and any other organization concerned with human rights as “Communist infiltrated.” Granted, that these days calling a man a Communist is a bit like calling him a Loyalist. But the purpose of a label isn’t to describe, it is to justify taking extreme measures against any group so designated.
To her credit, it is an equal-opportunity label. Not only did she hang is on the UCCP, but she expanded the tent to include other organizations, such as the Catholic Bishops conference of the Philippines (CBCP) and the United Methodist Church of the Philippines. Actually, the label embraces anyone who gives a shit about poverty and injustice.
This allows her to justify the killing under the one rubric that lights your fire: antiterrorism. This is why we are funding the Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP) as they carry out their Philippine Defense Reform Program. (Damn, George! Isn’t that a cuddly little euphuism? It is one of those squeegees that wipe away every trace of blood.)
Now, George, you know I am loath to criticize anything you do. But, I gotta ask, what in the fuck are you doing spending all that money on foreign death squads when there is so much to be done in this country? Would not a similar program silence liberal Christians? I admit you’ve taken some salutary steps like the Patriot Act and the Military Commissions Act. But those are too subtle. We need Action! We need some bodies left alongside the Interstate.
It is true, this country does not have a strong tradition of extrajudicial killing. This is one area where the Third World is light years ahead of us. The best way to close this gap would be to outsource the prejudicial terminations to a private firm, like Blackwater.
Nothing makes a little girl a good citizen like seeing her mother raped and her father murdered. President Arroyo has shown you the path. It is up to you to take it.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
Just because we’re a Christian® nation does not mean we are going to embrace every Christian who comes down the pike. What we are looking for are State-friendly Christians who worship the Bronze Age tribal God that is always blessing America. These are Christians who interpret Jesus’ command to clothe the naked, feed the hungry and shelter the homeless as a metaphorical command to keep our corporate elite in their designer clothes, Beluga caviar and gated communities.
Christians who take Jesus’ teachings to heart are a source of disorder and destruction as we discovered during the Civil Rights movement with its illegal boycotts and sit-ins.
Thanks to a Religious Right that is as well-funded as it is loud and obnoxious, the voice of liberal religion has been almost muted. I say “almost” because there is still one tumor remaining on Jesus’ nose: the United Church of Christ (UCC). They are getting dangerous, George, with their calls for gay marriage and social justice.
The Religious Right hasn’t shut them up, so it is time to look across the Pacific for inspiration. And you need look no further than the Philippines, one of the first nations to whom we gave the blessings of Democracy™ in the days following the Spanish-American War.
Philippine President Gloria Arroyo is another world leader into whose eyes you have looked and seen the toenails of her soul. It seems she also has a problem with troublesome religious leaders who are making noise about social justice and all that other shit. One of the more radical organizations is the United Church of Christ in the Philippines (UCCP).
Her strategy for dealing with those troublemakers is summed up in two words: extrajudicial killings. Just as the Inquisition purified Christianity with stake and rack, she is purifying Christianity with bullets. To date, her government has terminated over 900 human rights workers “with extreme prejudice.”
It is axiomatic that it is easier to kill a label than a human being. So she has designated the church and any other organization concerned with human rights as “Communist infiltrated.” Granted, that these days calling a man a Communist is a bit like calling him a Loyalist. But the purpose of a label isn’t to describe, it is to justify taking extreme measures against any group so designated.
To her credit, it is an equal-opportunity label. Not only did she hang is on the UCCP, but she expanded the tent to include other organizations, such as the Catholic Bishops conference of the Philippines (CBCP) and the United Methodist Church of the Philippines. Actually, the label embraces anyone who gives a shit about poverty and injustice.
This allows her to justify the killing under the one rubric that lights your fire: antiterrorism. This is why we are funding the Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP) as they carry out their Philippine Defense Reform Program. (Damn, George! Isn’t that a cuddly little euphuism? It is one of those squeegees that wipe away every trace of blood.)
Now, George, you know I am loath to criticize anything you do. But, I gotta ask, what in the fuck are you doing spending all that money on foreign death squads when there is so much to be done in this country? Would not a similar program silence liberal Christians? I admit you’ve taken some salutary steps like the Patriot Act and the Military Commissions Act. But those are too subtle. We need Action! We need some bodies left alongside the Interstate.
It is true, this country does not have a strong tradition of extrajudicial killing. This is one area where the Third World is light years ahead of us. The best way to close this gap would be to outsource the prejudicial terminations to a private firm, like Blackwater.
Nothing makes a little girl a good citizen like seeing her mother raped and her father murdered. President Arroyo has shown you the path. It is up to you to take it.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
Friday, April 25, 2008
How the Captain Saves the Ship of State
Dear George,
The ship of state is sinking. The sea of oil upon which it has cruised is growing shallower and shallower, and as the oil is drained, the rocky shoals that will tear the ship's hull asunder lurk just beneath the surface even as the capital that fueled it is wasted as the the ship struggles against the headwinds of indebtedness and insolvency.
One of the more amusing side effects of this pending disaster is the blind faith the passengers have in the captain’s ability to steer a steady course out of this sea of troubles.
George, George, George, they simply do not understand how it works.
Once the captain realizes his ship is sinking, he initiates a three-step protocol. First, he steals as much of the ship’s silverware as his pockets can hold, then he throws an old lady overboard so he can take her seat in the lifeboat, and finally, he abandons ship while the dazed passengers continue to look to the quarter deck for their salvation.
In the real world, captains may go down with their ships. In the make believe world of politics and commerce this never happens, especially if the corporate headquarters can be moved to Dubai.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
The ship of state is sinking. The sea of oil upon which it has cruised is growing shallower and shallower, and as the oil is drained, the rocky shoals that will tear the ship's hull asunder lurk just beneath the surface even as the capital that fueled it is wasted as the the ship struggles against the headwinds of indebtedness and insolvency.
One of the more amusing side effects of this pending disaster is the blind faith the passengers have in the captain’s ability to steer a steady course out of this sea of troubles.
George, George, George, they simply do not understand how it works.
Once the captain realizes his ship is sinking, he initiates a three-step protocol. First, he steals as much of the ship’s silverware as his pockets can hold, then he throws an old lady overboard so he can take her seat in the lifeboat, and finally, he abandons ship while the dazed passengers continue to look to the quarter deck for their salvation.
In the real world, captains may go down with their ships. In the make believe world of politics and commerce this never happens, especially if the corporate headquarters can be moved to Dubai.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
Thursday, April 24, 2008
wherethefuckami?
BULLIONBOOTY!!!
Careening through the cosmos on the slipstream of the sacred smoke I peer down through the cracked lens of the brain addled and see a great mob putting on their own collars and leading themselves about with their own leashes in the darkened dark of the vault in which past and future are reduced to a pinprick of light that is nay but a silly millimeter in diameter dancing to and fro, unable to tell wall from ceiling from floor as it bounces first here and then there in a jerking streak rising and falling as the pinprick remains so swallowed by the darkest of darkness that it never realizes that the vault it is exploring is its own burial vault.
eternallynow
yourzombiefiedshadow
Careening through the cosmos on the slipstream of the sacred smoke I peer down through the cracked lens of the brain addled and see a great mob putting on their own collars and leading themselves about with their own leashes in the darkened dark of the vault in which past and future are reduced to a pinprick of light that is nay but a silly millimeter in diameter dancing to and fro, unable to tell wall from ceiling from floor as it bounces first here and then there in a jerking streak rising and falling as the pinprick remains so swallowed by the darkest of darkness that it never realizes that the vault it is exploring is its own burial vault.
eternallynow
yourzombiefiedshadow
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