A Dali Krab Day Manifesto by Otto Magus / 2006 What kind of deranged idiot generates manifestos for an audience that shivers beneath air-conditioned mildewed plaster? Who plunders the straight web proboscis whilst waging penetrative war on mankind? Swigging lives. Television strangles and the mind fires off convictions. Mangled minds see patterns in helpless eyes. Captured in a technicolor murder. Meaningless graphics. Possessions lay waste to the heart and the spirit of emptiness. The ballerinas come out gracefully to draw their swords against us. Victims decide to congregate under their noses. One landscape stripped of memories and fragments of disaster. This ended in me exploding as a billion specks of hydrogen stubbed out their cigarettes on my bloated corpse. See families decked out in voiceless rubber. A sham, a mockery, the juices of a lifetime. Electron battle banners filled with explosives annihilate awareness. Persuasion guns experiences. Counterfeit friends contrive like smooth honey running down the lips of the theater. Imaginative individuals become boxed un-people with thoughts of the return home traffic. No community thing. A sublime dance slips from her slippered feet undergoing murder. Indigenous slogans for the morphine centre. Voiceless drifters are singled out somehow and haunted by ghosts of our artificial afternoon. Choking you to death in one endless horrendous travesty. Laughing, raging, and crying with an obedient noontide straightness. Fabricating points of views and faking the horizontal. Information bombs putting murder objects in communal plaster for your so-called friends. THE HEART DOES NOT COMPROMISE