Hanson and Nelson, “Move in Motion”, 1994, Effective Records.

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The Brag of the SubGenius. MP3 Audio, 5 minutes 25 seconds, 5MB. Read by Mike Gogulski aka Rabbi Guano Infusion, KSC (deceased).

–a fragment. Transcribed from a cassette tape recording made at a seance in 1973.

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“I PICK THE GOD DAMN terror of the fucking gods out of my NOSE! Pardon my language. But YEEEEEHAW, let the sons of God and man bear witness! Even in the belly of the Thunderbird I’ve been casting out the False Prophets; I’m busting a gut and blowing my O-ring, and ripe to throw a LOAF! For I speak ONLY the fucking TRUTH, and never in my days have I spoke other than! For my every utterance is a lie, including this very one you hear! I say, “Fuck’em if they can’t take a joke!” By God, “Anything for a laugh,” I say. I am the last remaining Homo Correctus, I am the god damn Man of the Future! I’ll drive a mile so as not to walk a foot; I am a human being of the FIRST god damn water! Yes, I’m the javalina humping junkie that jumped the Men from Mars! I drank the DEVIL under seven tables, I am too INTENSE to die, I’m insured for acts o’ God AND Satan! I was shanghaied by bodiless fiends and alien jews from a corporate galaxy, and got away with their hubcaps! I CANNOT be tracked on radar! I wear nothing uniform, I wear NO god damn uniform! Yes baby, I’m 23 feet tall and have 13 rows o’ teats; I was suckled by a triceratops, I gave the Anti-Virgin a high-proteine tonsil wash! I’m a bacteriological weapon, I’m ARMED and LOADED! I’m a fission reactor, I fart plutonium, power plants are fueled by the sweat from my brow; when they plug ME in, the lights go out in Hong Kong! I weigh 666 pounds in zero , COME AND GET ME! I’ve sired retarded space bastards across the Cosmos, I cook and EAT my dead; YAH-HOOOOO, I’m the Unshaven Thorn Tree of the Atlantis Zoo! I pay no taxes! The Devil’s hands are my IDEAL playground! I hold the Seven-Bladed Windbreaker; the wheels that turn are behind me; I think BACKWARDS! I do it for FUN! My imagination is a FUCKING cancer and I’ll pork it before it porks me! They say a godzillion is the highest number there is. Well, by God! I count to a godzillion and ONE! Yes, I’m the purple flower of Hell County, give me wide berth; when I drop my drawers, Mother Nature swoons! I use a python for a prophylactic; I’m THICKER, HARDER, and MEANER than the Alaskan Pipeline, and carry more spew! I’ll freeze YOUR seed before it hits the bathroom tile! YEE! YEEE! I kidnapped the future and ransomed it for the past, I made TIME wait up for me bleed my lizard! My infernal breath wilts the Tree of Life, I left my SPOOR on the Rock of Ages, WHO’LL TEAR FLESH WITH ME, WHO’LL SPILL THEIR JUICE? WHO’LL GOUGE WITH ME, WHOSE CANDLE WILL I FART OUT? WHOOP! I’M READY! So step aside, all you butt-lipped, neurotic, insecure bespectacled slabs o’ wimp meat! I’m a Crime Fighting Master Criminal, I am Not Insane! I’m a screamer and a laugher, I make a SPECTACLE of myself, I am a SIGHT! My physical type CANNOT be classified by science, my ‘familiar’ is a pterodactyl, I feed it dipshits!  I communicate without WIRES or STRINGS! I am a Thugee, I am feared in the Tongs, I have the Evil Eye, I carry the Mojo Bag; I swam the BERMUDA TRIANGLE and didn’t get wet! I circumcise dinosaurs with my teeth and make ‘em leave a tip; I change tires with my TONGUE and my TOOL! Every night I hock up a lunger and extinguish the SUN! I’m the big-footed devil of Level 14, who’ll come SHOE me? Where’s the robot giant who’ll try to blow me down? I’ve packed the brownies of the gods, I leak the Plague from my nether parts, opiates are the MASS of my religion, I TAKE DRUGS! Yes, I’m a rip-snorter, I cram coca leaves right into my arm-veins before they’re picked off the TREE! SPACE monsters cringe at my tread! I wipe the PYRAMIDS off my shoes before I enter MY house. I’m FUEL-INJECTED, I’ll live forever and remember it afterwards! I’m IMMUNE!  I’m RADIOACTIVE! Come ON and give me cancer, I’ll spit up the tumor and butter my BREAD with the juice! I’M SUPERNATURAL, I bend CROWBARS with my meat ax and a thought! My droppings bore through the earth and erupt VOLCANOES in CHINA! Yes, I can drink more wine and stay soberer than all the heathen HINDOOS in Asia! YEEEE HAW! GUT BLOWOUT! I am a MORAY EEL, I am a KOMODO DRAGON, I am a KILLER WHALE BEREFT OF IT’S PUP! I have a triple backbone, I was sired by the Wolf Man, give me ALL your Slack! I told JESUS I wouldn’t go to church and He SHOOK MY HAND! I have my OWN personal saviors, I change ‘em every hour, I don’t give a fuck if there’s life after death, I want to know if there’s even any fucking SLACK after death! I am a god damn VISIONARY, I see the future and the past in comic books and wine bottles; I eat BLACK HOLES for breakfast! I bend my genes and whittle at my DNA with the sheer force of my mighty WILL! I steer my OWN god damn evolution! I ran ‘em out of Heaven and sold it to Hell for a PROFIT! I’m enlightened, I achieved “Nirvana” and took it HOME with me. YIP, YIP, YEEEEEEEE! I’m so ugly the Speed of Light can’t slow me down and  won’t tug at my cuffs! When the Rapture comes, I’ll make ‘em wait!  They’ll NEVER clean MY cage! Now give me some more of…”

(Tape runs out.)

          -a fragment.  Transcribed from a cassette tape recording
          made at a seance in 1973.
  "I PICK THE GOD DAMN terror of the fucking gods out of my NOSE!  Pardon my
language.  But YEEEEEHAW, let the sons of God and man bear witness!  Even in
the belly of the Thunderbird I've been casting out the False Prophets;  I'm
busting a gut and blowing my O-ring, and ripe to throw a LOAF!  For I speak
ONLY the fucking TRUTH, and never in my days have I spoke other than!  For my
every utterance is a lie, including this very one you hear!  I say, "Fuck'em
if they can't take a joke!"  By God, "Anything for a laugh," I say.  I am the
last remaining Homo Correctus, I am the god damn Man of the Future!  I'll drive
a mile so as not to walk a foot; I am a human being of the FIRST god damn
water!  Yes, I'm the javalina humping junkie that jumped the Men from Mars!  I
drank the DEVIL under seven tables, I am too INTENSE to die, I'm insured for
acts o' God AND Satan!  I was shanghaied by bodiless fiends and alien jews from
a corporate galaxy, and got away with their hubcaps!  I CANNOT be tracked on
radar!  I wear nothing uniform, I wear NO god damn uniform!  Yes baby, I'm 23
feet tall and have 13 rows o' teats; I was suckled by a triceratops, I gave the
Anti-Virgin a high-protien tonsil wash!  I'm a bacteriological weapon, I'm
ARMED and LOADED!  I'm a fission reactor, I fart plutonium, power plants are
fueled by the sweat from my brow; when they plug ME in, the lights go out in
Hong Kong!  I weigh 666 pounds in zero gravity, COME AND GET ME!  I've sired
retarded space bastards across the Cosmos, I cook and EAT my dead; YAH-HOOOOO,
I'm the Unshaven Thorn Tree of the Atlantis Zoo!  I pay no taxes!  The Devil's
hands are my IDEAL playground!  I hold the Seven-Bladed Windbreaker; the wheels
that turn are behind me; I think BACKWARDS!  I do it for FUN!  My imagination
is a FUCKING cancer and I'll pork it before it porks me!  They say a godzillion
is the highest number there is.  Well, by God!  I count to a godzillion and
ONE!  Yes, I'm the purple flower of Hell County, give me wide berth; when I
drop my drawers, Mother Nature swoons!  I use a python for a prophylactic; I'm
THICKER, HARDER, and MEANER than the Alaskan Pipeline, and carry more spew!
I'll freeze YOUR seed before it hits the bathroom tile!  YEE!  YEEE!  I
kidnapped the future and ransomed it for the past, I made TIME wait up for me
bleed my lizard!  My infernal breath wilts the Tree of Life, I left my SPOOR on
the Rock of Ages, WHO'LL TEAR FLESH WITH ME, WHO'LL SPILL THEIR JUICE?  WHO'LL
GOUGE WITH ME, WHOSE CANDLE WILL I FART OUT?  WHOOP!  I'M READY!  So step
aside, all you butt-lipped, neurotic, insecure bespectacled slabs o' wimp meat!
I'm a Crime Fighting Master Criminal, I am Not Insane!  I'm a screamer and a
laugher, I make a SPECTACLE of myself, I am a SIGHT!  My physical type CANNOT
be classified by science, my 'familiar' is a pterodactyl, I feed it dipshits!
I communicate without WIRES or STRINGS!  I am a Thugee, I am feared in the
Tongs, I have the Evil Eye, I carry the Mojo Bag;  I swam the BERMUDA TRIANGLE
and didn't get wet!  I circumcise dinosaurs with my teeth and make 'em leave a
tip; I change tires with my TONGUE and my TOOL!  Every night I hock up a lunger
and extinguish the SUN!  I'm the big-footed devil of Level 14, who'll come SHOE
me?  Where's the robot giant who'll try to blow me down?  I've packed the
brownies of the gods, I leak the Plague from my nether parts, opiates are the
MASS of my religion, I TAKE DRUGS!  Yes, I'm a rip-snorter, I cram coca leaves
right into my arm-veins before they're picked off the TREE!  SPACE monsters
cringe at my tread!  I wipe the PYRAMIDS off my shoes before I enter MY house.
I'm FUEL-INJECTED, I'll live forever and remember it afterwards!  I'm IMMUNE!
I'm RADIOACTIVE!  Come ON and give me cancer, I'll spit up the tumor and butter
my BREAD with the juice!  I'M SUPERNATURAL, I bend CROWBARS with my meat ax and
a thought!  My droppings bore through the earth and erupt VOLCANOES in CHINA!
Yes, I can drink more wine and stay soberer than all the heathen HINDOOS in
Asia!  YEEEE HAW!  GUT BLOWOUT!  I am a MORAY EEL, I am a KOMODO DRAGON, I am a
KILLER WHALE BEREFT OF IT'S PUP!  I have a triple backbone, I was sired by the
Wolf Man, give me ALL your Slack!  I told JESUS I wouldn't go to church and He
SHOOK MY HAND!  I have my OWN personal saviors, I change 'em every hour, I
don't give a fuck if there's life after death, I want to know if there's even
any fucking SLACK after death!  I am a god damn VISIONARY, I see the future and
the past in comic books and wine bottles;  I eat BLACK HOLES for breakfast!  I
bend my genes and whittle at my DNA with the sheer force of my mighty WILL!  I
steer my OWN god damn evolution!  I ran 'em out of Heaven and sold it to Hell
for a PROFIT!  I'm enlightened, I achieved "Nirvana" and took it HOME with me.
YIP, YIP, YEEEEEEEE!  I'm so ugly the Speed of Light can't slow me down and
Gravity won't tug at my cuffs!  When the Rapture comes, I'll make 'em wait!
They'll NEVER clean MY cage!  Now give me some more of..."
                           (Tape runs out.)

Patri Friedman puts forth a quibble with agorist theory which is worth addressing in Indirectly Improving Institutions: Agorism and Civil Society.

Let us consider one of the largest black markets in the world, the market for illegal drugs, which has been thriving for decades. Has this resulted in market demand for protection agencies to replace the government? Um, no. It has resulted in exactly the opposite – a strengthening of the monopoly provider of security and law. It has given us the militarization of policy, legalized theft via civil asset forfeiture, and a well-funded DEA.

[...]

I believe in a different indirect path: global competition between governments. Let’s hit states where they are weak – at providing good services to their customers, not where they are strong – at holding onto territory with violence. We can do this by competing for citizens and capital, not for territory. Whether this is done through seasteading, free zones, or some other method entirely, I think it is a far more plausible route to indirectly improving political institutions.

In the end, Patri’s focus seems to be that there might be greater value in devoting effort and resources to projects like the ones he mentions, in preference to counter-economics. At the end of things, he might be proven right. Meanwhile, I say, “let a thousand tactics bloom” for liberty. The agorist crowd and the seasteading crowd might have differences of emphasis and approach, but from what I have seen out of both camps they are natural allies. Let’s run our experiments, let hard reality (ie: the market) reward what works, and where we see a benefit in changing tactics in order to advance freedom, let us not be blinkered by devotion to barren ideology of any sort. Amen.

Orthodox Konkinite Brad Spangler responds with “Misconception: agorism is solely a word for black market” and A3 comrade Royce Christian chimes in too with “Agorist response to a Libertarian criticism“, both of which approach the discussion from interesting and distinct angles and are well worth a click and a read.

Veteran counter-economist Jim Davidson also replies to Patri’s blog post with a direct challenge:

You wrote, “the market for illegal drugs, which has been thriving for decades. Has this resulted in market demand for protection agencies to replace the government?”

The answer is yes, it has. And most drug dealers provide their own protection, often in concert with other dealers in their area. These private protection agencies are referred to as “gangs” and their leaders as “drug lords.” They employ violence to enforce contracts, control territory, and defend the sovereignty of their members.

And that’s all for the lesson.

If you’re an anarchist blogger and you’re somehow not yet resyndicated by anarchistblogs.org, you really should be. Pretty please, with sugar on top. Confusing, isn’t it? Like, duh, you’re an anarchist and a blogger, and anarchoblogs.org doesn’t re-feed you? Why? Please, tell me in the comments.

If you feel you are not properly sedated, call 348-844 immediately. Failure to do so may result in prosecution for criminal drug evasion.

That is all. Return to your homes. Further instructions will come to you through your telescreen.

The interview runs to about 10,000(!) words, and ranges rather widely, from discussion of my statelessness through psychology, anarchism, religion and psychedelic drugs. There’s a whole lot there, go check it out!

Big thanks to you, Sunni! And stop apologizing already!

Who can kill a general in his bed?
Overthrow dictators if they’re red?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can buy a government so cheap?
Change a cabinet without a squeak.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can train guerillas by the dozens?
Send them out to kill their untrained cousins?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can get a budget that’s so great?
Who will be the 51st state?
Who has got the secretest Service?
The one that makes the other service nervous?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can take the sugar from its sack,
Pour in LSD and put it back?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can mine the habas a’Nicaragua?
Out-hit all the hitmen of Chicagua.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can be so overtly covert?
Sometimes even covertly overt.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who’s the agency well known to God?
The one that copped his staff and copped his rod?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!
C
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I will not vote in this election.

I will not participate in this distraction and sham, and neither laziness nor apathy is among my reasons behind my choice.

I think most of the possible voting choices are unethical. Specifically, I believe it is unethical to vote to place another human being in a position of power over a peaceful person who cannot opt out of that system if there is a reasonably realistic chance your choice might prevail. I believe it is unethical to vote to steal a peaceful person’s property- be that theft in the form of taxation, eminent domain, zoning, gun control, the drug war, fines or penalties for victimless activities, or any of a bazillion other activities I could list. I believe it is unethical to vote to take away any peaceful choice a person could make- be that choice to carry arms either openly or concealed in public, to fuck bicycle parts, to wear clothing with distasteful graphics, to speak, publish or read offensive material, or again any of a bazillion other things that do not violate anyone else’s right to their own equally individual choices.

It is a very specific strategic choice for me not to vote. The system we have- no matter who is in charge- is fundamentally flawed and needs to be supplanted by individual freedom as soon as possible. It is predicated on the flawed notion that some men may dictate the details of the lives others. It is my desire to see such a system widely regarded as a joke.

I want holding a government job to be considered an embarassment by most people. I want the idea that we should obey arbitrarily meaninglessly selected other people to seem ludicrous to us all.

As Fred Rogers used to ask every day, please won’t you be my neighbor?

Hey there,

You know, it’s funny, after reading your recent interview, I feel as though essentially you and I believe in the same (or a very similar) ideal world. I never realized that might even remotely be the case. I guess that could be because we rarely if ever engaged in political debate with one another, assuming the other felt very differently.

One day not too long ago, I was describing my ideal ‘political’ system and basically it hearkens back to my teenage fascination with communes and dropping out of society at large in order to live with like minded people who create their own guidelines to live by – growing their own food, caring for one another’s children – communally. Ideally, small groups/communities would ‘govern’ themselves: everyone could sit in a room together and have a vote and the group would be small enough that each voice would be heard. I think that’s what government was meant to be (or at least should have been), but it got all fucked up when it grew – it wasn’t scalable.

Although, you’d likely leave out all the warm fuzzy hippy-sounding bits of what I’ve said, I think we seem to essentially have very compatible ideal visions of the future.

And I respond:

Okay, I’m stunned by the synchronicity here, because literally at the same time you were likely writing this I was playing a video game and thinking to myself that it’s a pity that we find ourselves so divided on political questions, and that if you understood more of the background – or if I were better at explaining it to you – that we would find we have much more common ground than we thought.

Agorism is a revolutionary strategy for achieving a voluntary society. Intellectually, it grew out of the anarcho-capitalism of Murray Rothbard. The principles of that philosophy are not entirely compatible with more “socialist” forms of anarchism, in that anarcho-capitalism rejects almost everything which flows from economics based on the Labor Theory of Value in favor of Austrian subjective value theory (marginal utility), rejects the notion that hard titles to land are immoral or indefensible, and rejects the propositions found in many schools of thought which say that profit, rent and interest are either immoral or would disappear in a stateless society.

What is interesting is that the ancap model, I believe, is capable of subsuming all of the other models within itself, and serving as an overall framework under which any given philosophy of property and economics could be freely tried out within areas inhabited by people who wanted to adopt their own, so long as agencies for resolutions of disputes between communities with different philosophies could be agreed upon.

Within the anarcho-capitalist panarchy communities could choose to organize themselves along whatever lines they wanted to. Communes? Fine, have at it. Rugged individualists? Great, just don’t come stuffing it at the rest of us. Worker self-management and a society of independent contractors? That’s permissible. Syndicalist communes where the workers control the means of production? Fine, so long as they acquire their property legitimately. Corporations? Absolutely, but good luck maintaining anything even remotely like the predatory corporate forms of today or the past without State-backed limited liability, corporate personhood and the massive subsidies and externalizations of costs granted to big businesses by States today. Any or all of these could exist side by side – and of course, there’s a lot more to it than just a general permissiveness.

Overall, and perhaps of great interest for you, who I believe approaches questions of what ought to be in society more from a “harmonious human systems” approach than from an egoist individual rights approach, is that a society of this nature would naturally entail the disappearance of the corrupt, predatory, coercive and downright evil practices used by today’s ruling classes and wealthy elites via today’s States against poor and repressed people all over the world and throughout the horrible history of humanity. Revolutionaries everywhere want to overthrow their ruling class, but usually seek to replace it with their own familiar personal despotism, and let there be blood. The Agorist seeks to subject the bloated, loathsome carcasses of State and ruling class to the merciless creative destruction of the marketplace.

Agorism implies a great many things which challenge the ruling classes and what is called today by many “the Capitalist system” (though it ought better be called something like “the neo-Mercantilist system”) at fundamental levels. People who make money smuggling human beings from one country to another ought to be celebrated as heroes provided they are not selling people into slavery and they take necessary safety precautions. The real crime is that since the activity of smuggling people across artificial State borders is illegal, there’s no effective way to drive evil or careless operators out of the business. If the evil ones could be identified and excluded, the remainder are the Agorist’s allies if they are susceptible to an Agorist ideological conversion.

Likewise the drug dealers of today. Not the top layers of the extremely violent organized crime rings and their State accomplices, but the far more numerous minor dealers who form perhaps the one or two levels of connection to the ultimate drug user and who are rarely involved in violence or fraud. The same with the pimps and the whores and the bookies and the loan sharks and all the tradesmen willing to do a household repair job “under the table” and all those unlicensed day care centers operating in suburban homes and all other people engaged in nonviolent activities which are prohibited by States or done in ways States do not permit. All of these people are allies against the State if they accept the basic contract: Don’t tread on me, honor your agreements, and, if we fall into dispute, pledge to find a non-State solution. The Agorist is anyone who, at least part of the time, trades in markets the State prohibits, or does so in manners which aren’t permitted by States – such as without complying with ridiculous regulations that serve to create barriers to market entry for the benefit of existing participants and/or wealthier entrants, or without reporting the activity for taxation.

I’m attaching two fairly brief and highly influential works [ed: attached were Konkin's New Libertarian Manifesto and Agorist Class Theory]. Keep in mind that Agorism is a theory of revolution. Though it grew out of anarcho-capitalism and is grounded in that theory, it is quite distinct. You will not find a description of Utopia here (though I can tell you where to find plenty). In my mind, the Agorist praxis can be employed by a social revolution toward pretty much any Utopian vision, so long as the State and all of the privilege connected to it is eliminated along the way.

Enjoy

Oh BTW: the fact that the name “Mike” appears in this song is sheer coincidence. Just like the massive military/civilian drills for multiple simultaneous terrorist airline hijackings were on 9/11.

Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn’t work out the way I wanted to.
I get real frustrated and I try hard to do it and I take my time and it doesn’t work out the way I wanted to.
It’s like I concentrate real hard and it doesn’t work out
Everything I do and everything I try never turns out
It’s like I need time to figure these things out
But there’s always someone there going

Hey Mike:
You know we’ve been noticing you’ve been having a lot of problems lately.
You know, maybe you should get away and maybe you should talk about it, maybe you’ll feel a lot better

And I go:
No it’s okay, you know I’ll figure it out, just leave me alone I’ll figure it out. You know I’ll just work by myself.

And they go:
Well you know if you want to talk about it I’ll be here you know and you’ll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it.

And I go:
No I don’t want to I’m okay, I’ll figure it out myself and they just keep bugging me and they just keep bugging me and it builds up inside and it builds up inside.

So you’re gonna be institutionalized
You’ll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won’t have any say
They’ll brainwash you until you see their way.

[Chorus:]
I’m not crazy – in an institution
You’re the one who’s crazy – in an institution
You’re driving me crazy – in an institution

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything
But then again I was thinking about nothing
And then my mom came in and I didn’t even know she was there she called my name
And I didn’t even hear it, and then she started screaming: MIKE! MIKE!
And I go:
What, what’s the matter
And she goes:
What’s the matter with you?
I go:
There’s nothing-wrong mom.
And she goes:
Don’t tell me that, you’re on drugs!
And I go:
No mom I’m not on drugs I’m okay, I was just thinking you know, why don’t you get me a Pepsi.
And she goes:
NO you’re on drugs!
I go:
Mom I’m okay, I’m just thinking.
She goes:
No you’re not thinking, you’re on drugs! Normal people don’t act that way!
I go:
Mom just give me a Pepsi please
All I want is a Pepsi, and she wouldn’t give it to me
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn’t give it to me.
Just a Pepsi.

They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
Tied around you’re back, you’re treated like thieves
Drug you up because they’re lazy
It’s too much work to help a crazy

[Chorus]

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

I was sitting in my room and my mom and my dad came in and they pulled up a chair and they sat down, they go:
Mike, we need to talk to you
And I go:
Okay what’s the matter
They go:
Me and your mom have been noticing lately that you’ve been having a lot of problems,
You’ve been going off for no reason and we’re afraid you’re gonna hurt somebody,
We’re afraid you’re gonna hurt yourself.
So we decided that it would be in your interest if we put you somewhere
Where you could get the help that you need.
And I go:
Wait, what do you mean, what are you talking about, we decided!?
My best interest?! How can you know what’s my best interest is?
How can you say what my best interest is? What are you trying to say, I’m crazy?
When I went to your schools, I went to your churches,
I went to your institutional learning facilities?! So how can you say I’m crazy.

They say they’re gonna fix my brain
Alleviate my suffering and my pain
But by the time they fix my head
Mentally I’ll be dead

[Chorus]

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

It doesn’t matter I’ll probably get hit by a car anyway

Home sweet foreclosure

This was our first house, purchased new in 1995 for about US$64,000 in Winter Springs, Florida. After we left Florida in 1997, we rented it out for a number of years to a young couple that we’d met through the rave scene, specifically through the old fl-raves listserv. When we divorced, she took ownership of the place and sold it off several years later.

Looks like someone fell on harder times and couldn’t keep up with the mortgage, as the house is now up for auction after foreclosure. I wonder if the DMT-bearing Phalaris arundinacea grass I planted around the side is still growing… or the mescaline-bearing San Pedro cactus…