ACT I
you should watch the last episodes of Mr. Robot. totally mind blowing how Elliott has created this version of himself to protect the paradise. and he is talking to the viewer actually as we are in his head. no show has ever done something like this that i have seen. maybe Enter The Void where we get to see the WITNESS view with the camera going through rooms and zooming in to fractals and then zooming out into a whole other scene. that’s what inspired me to write all this stuff in recent days.
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ACT II
big realisations. they all come from the inner silence. that’s why 60minute meditation in silence is so important. it relaxes the body and mind. really it is like an essential vitamin. need to do it EVERY day like sleep. otherwise we go completely fucking mad and want to crash the car. that is my 2020 decade thing or promise or whatever. i also realised that i just want others to be as happy and healthy and wealthy as possible. like even if the whole world was full of 9 billion people full of joy and honesty and beautiful minds and bodies… and i was the only sinner fat slob selfish cunt, it would be a way better world than the other way around and even i would have a better chance to be less of that and more like everyone because everyone is part of us. i don’t want anyone else to suffer except me. i can handle it. others can too but they think that they cant. Max wellness. Leave the suffering to me.
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ACT III
i want to be a person you can find when chaos takes over because that is where I live alone in a beautiful empty castle home (most of it is warm and cozy with a grand piano and great art and expensive rugs from Asia and weird percussion things from Africa but there’s lots of rooms where i don’t go and there are myths that keep me from exploring but maybe one day someone will move here with me and we can explore together). These days it’s all about tinder swipes and superficial fake alpha big dick gym perfect tits/ass chit chat. so my thing is deep songs from the dark catacombs of my subconscious/unconscious that express some kind of dark erotic candle poetry anthems for people who are SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED. hey, i gotta get your attention somehow… and don’t forget that i am just the messenger.
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ACT IV
In a way i want to protect HER (mother earth?) from me but like i have said before… who will protect me from you and everyone? nobody wants to be a protector. not even the gurus because they tell you to think positive and it’s all love. i am alone as a protector of Earth heaven. but that is okay. Shiva and Krishna both reside in my heart. Because i am a fucking saint and i’m gonna save the world baby! one moment at a time. this moment. you and me are here or whoever you are and who you show this to. i am completely naked emotionally. guns down. they told Jesus he can prove his innocence or whatever when they arrested him to kill him. Jesus stopped talking and never said another word. they nailed the poor bastard to a cross and he just smiled and laughed like Tyler Durden in Fight Club when the mafia boss tells him his club cant fight here. everyone abandoned him there because they thought he was insane. I AM THE SON OF GOD he said and still this poem echoes to this day with our xmas calendars and smartphone photos of churches.
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ACT V
there’s nothing sweeter than the sound of a madman laughing and his twisted heart rocks melting into a lava of love pouring from the edges into new worlds. A vortex formed in the quantum field to show a way for others to walk like a forest path. what song can i sing for you? what story can i tell? to communicate this message of christ/YOGA of The Now. not some fucking mat or class or ceremony or yoga pants wet camel toe downward dog pussy porn fantasy of things you never did so you regret not knowing and live on a retirement fund of empty dreams food from a can. Eat real food instead! food for the spirit. humans are not automatons or ants (no offence to ants, one of my best friends was an ant from my country singer days travelling up north where the wild bears roam).
THIS
every moment is the ceremony
every moment is the factory
every moment is the festival
every moment is a funeral
every moment is a new baby being born
every moment is a nipple feeding you
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ACT VI
Stop wanting to escape or be in a better. Get lost in this one. I am with you here. Make yourself comfortable. Get stuck here. When you go away i will miss you but i have things to do here and new beings are always coming around. It is lonely in moments nobody wants to be in because they are so busy with their careers working for some asshole so he can make his payments on all that expensive shit.
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ENCORE
we feel unpleasant. good. welcome it. go into it. stop thinking you can only move ahead. you can also go in. where are the goals of inner/outer??? what about measuring that globally or as an alternative to GDP? there are more things we can measure. money creates wealth but also poverty (of mind and heart but i think we can have both and that should be the upgraded definition of TRUE WEALTH). life is not just accounting. life is not just chemistry or physics. there is electromagnetic energy too. forces you cannot see but you can feel. they are pulling and pushing constantly. the moon. the stars. they want you like i want you to want me. Welcome to the world of a fucked up artist. What is “fucked up”? Like flying or something??? What does it mean. What is art? These are big questions. Don’t just put things in boxes. Everyone listens to spotify and watches netflix and reads their kindle and goes to Bali and Goa and lapland or Tenerife. Why? Why do anything? So it’s not nothing. These are powerful mediums. What do they give us? You know WHAT. Because you give it too. I like to hear about your travels. So much fire there.
Thank you for playing.
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You are on the edge.
I am the push you were waiting for.
Now you are falling and free.
Nobody is coming to save you.
Not even me
Haha
Love,
Markus
PS. LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA (madness screams coming from dungeons that can be heard in the street lights but nobody quite knows what it is or maybe it’s the howling winds or planes and traffic…. what does your own traffic sound like?)