We Are Inoculated

 

-radio dream-

We are inocluated from birth not to look at the vision that resides in our backyard...simple vision not part of the american style...they lay a John Wayne movie on us from the git go...at the age of five we're dreaming of being tough cowboys taking what ever we want destroying who ever in our path...the indigenous folks were'nt here...Columbus discovered the land...and they didn't call themselves Indians...a misnomer as Columbus was trying to find a way to India...it's no big deal people say about the football team calling themselves the Redskins...it's just a nickname...a simple mascot...and that underscores the arrogance right there...the lack of sensitivity...or awareness of others...my vision formed when I was 15 and I saw the caste system laid out i the cafetria...and that vision although under going many permutations still stays in tact...you can see it in the healthcare system....health put before the dictates of profit...and lies...because the free market is not allocating the resources in the most efficient manner...rather its diverting them into administration costs which add neither efficiency or rationality to the distribution of resources...a single payer system would do away with all that waste and use the collective bargaining power of the group to negotiate for cheaper prices...that is but one topic on my agenda my listners...the list is long...when will you take up my sweet dear listeners?...the waste spent on the pentagon...there is no one threatening you?...why do you let your masters frighten you?...no one is coming to take what you have...it's a big time scam to make a few rich....but I guess we'll wait till everything collapses...then their won't be any choice but to act...

-d-

The light never ceased to be real...only his relationship to it changed....whether he was fresh, eagere burning with curiosity to learn, absorbe, be or faded into tired jaded indifference bones infused with the disease of so what...the lght remained the same...and when it was when D. Centered his mind on this point of view he was returned to his self....a self that learned, grew, absorbed...the years had turned into decades and in those decades there was voluminous notes added with images and video.....that could not be taken away....it was there...and now he could trim away the waste...the self indulgence...the arrogance...the false posture of hereoism...the very act of creativity is a revolutinary act...to be active not passive was the true gesture of resistance...to learn to tell a true tale...everythng else was fashion...momentary style...and that passes very quickly...and it was then he remembered it was about the word...not the video...the web page...those were big elements and they were important but they were not the thing....because he had been feelng down...it seemed like everyone else was younger, sharper more sikilled and it left a deep empty feeling in him...he had stopped drinking so he had no escape from it...it was there, to exist with it...but then he remembered, it wasn't about those things...it was about the word and the vision...and the learning it took to acquire those things....and the depression lifted...it didn't matter then if it was successful or not...he had a tale to tell...a particular tale to that....and the light greeted him warmly and lovingly and it was then he was not alone or that years had been wasted..

-tyler sid-

Tyler woke up. Ida May was curled up into a deep sleep. As he got dressed he was careful not to wake her. She needed the sleep. They had made mad frantic love. Her hunger was riveting. He imagined she must have felt the same.  Being under cover there were long periods of being alone and devoid of natural contact. The vigors of the resistance required this. To blow your cover meant certain death. The Radio Dream was the last hold out from Zack Smiter's image virus. Zack had been immensely successful infusing the population with his image dream...it had seeped and soaked into everey pore of the body politic...they believed the greenhouse they lived in was the natural world...they had no clue they lived in an artificial simulated reality....The Radio Dream was the last hold out...being shape shifters Zack could not corner them...they were too porous for his reality...but the years had taken their toll...manhy members of The Radio Dream had been rubbed out...anything could give you away....and once detected that was it....but Tyler Sid, Zote Zeebe, and Ida May had held on...Zote in his dharma palace, mastering the Zekelon, producing the sound image which Tyler hoped one day to feed into Zack Smiter's image distribution pipes and feed the population with the sound which would libereate them their opiated dream sleep...the performances in the abandoned missile silos still carried on, even more poignant and powerful than ever...years at the trade had sharpened the boys craft...Zote manipulated the zekelon to magical levels of awareness that they had never dreamed of...it was this expressiion which sustained...The Radio Dream lived on strong and powerful....the message time to write yoiurself into the movie as real as ever...

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I call you to dream the radio dream...