They can fuck all they want with reality, but Alternative Facts are not sticks, stones, nor words worth paying any attention to, as far as FICTION is concerned.
Reality isn't possible without the real existence of Fiction.
So I speak unto my fellow (but not fraternal) dumb American racist, stupid, rude (Alright, got me there) citizens when I say go lie and fuck with the truth all you want.
Nyah-Nyah.
Ya know why?
No force on earth can subjugate fiction,
imprison imagination,
deport a rhythmically perfect description
of a thing, a life, an emotion or premonition.
of a . . .
You cannot waterboard poetry
You cannot build a wall strong and high enough to keep Fiction from crossing whatever borders it wants, including but not limited to the
geographical
ethnic
biological
scandalous
familial
criminal
sad
I am not suggesting Alternate Facts have no ill sway on our culture. What I'm saying is that Fiction, or Fucktion (just made that up, probably stupid, hindsight is 20/20, why does "hind" have sight, there's no eyes on buttocks?), has an even greater power, and infinite ways to implement imaginary tactics that can destroy the Alternate Facts (especially since they are meaningless sounds, with all the sensible clout of a noisy boiler rattling off all night, and you trying to sleep).
Speaking of which, I wish most of you a good night's sleep, and
I wish the rest of you
(YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE
BECAUSE YOU KNOW NOTHING ELSE)
nothing,
except one piece of advice:
If you're ever in Brooklyn,
I recommend you stay out of my fucking way.
That last part's FICTION, by the way. Maybe . . .
Nota Bene: This post was a mood thing.
Could it be a mood swing? Only time will tell.
For now, that's my problem.
I'll let you know when it's yours, too.
