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Illustration by David Scurr
Soul Message
It was a regular morning, nothing new to report
on the day that I met my sinister cohort.
He appeared as a vision and slid by my computer;
you couldn't imagine a more delectable suitor.
He said he could make me more popular than god,
deliver tons of friends, hey, that was his job.
He'd stay with me, he was there to consult.
I said, "I hate to be rude, but it sounds like a cult".
He told me my quest and the name of the game,
he said that "messaging" would render me fame.
It wouldn't cost a thing, not even a dime,
all he needed at first, was a fraction of time. ;^}
"Oh really" I said, "How much time do you need?"
"The first installment he said, "was my first daily feed."
"My breakfast" I gasped, "that important first meal?"
Oh who cares, what the heck, I said "It's a deal!"
Hey, it was great, my popularity did abound.
I had gained lots of friends, and lost a few pounds.
But my companion grew hungry, he needed more.
He requested more time to settle the score.
I relinquished my job, my parents, my phone,
my baths, my hygiene, I would not be alone!
My messaging friends, they had to thrive.
They numbered one thousand, one hundred and five!
My personal time grew shorter and shorter,
my health was fading, my life had no order.
My eyes were bugged out, I never could sleep...
I couldn't get out, I had sunk way too deep.
The stakes now were doubled, and I had to lie.
I revealed in a post to one eager young guy,
I resembled Cindy Crawford, yeah, that was the truth!
I then turned to the side, and spat out a tooth!
This resembled the game in the garden of Eden,
I could not endure, I pleaded for freedom.
I turned from a woman to a dos shell of myself.
I turned towards my Adonis, he turned into an elf.
Oh, the elf wore a sneer, the most wicked of grins.
He spat at my face screaming "excess is a sin!"
He tossed me a blindfold and a last cigarette
saying "So tell me STUPID, did ya get the MESSAGE YET?
............Quasimodem
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Side-by-side comparison of the 2d (right) and 4d(left) versions of the Arecibo Message. (the 4d in "compressed" mode, obviously.)
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"The role of the artist is to create an Anti-environment as a means of perception and adjustment. Without an anti-environment, all environments are invisible" - Marshall McLuhan
40x50cm. Oil&Acrylic on canvas.
(written: _the lettre-is from solomon,and its: Ä°n the name of the God,the compassionate and the merciful.)
I got the gas bill. I tore it up.
I got the Visa bill. I tore it up.
I got the cable bill. I shredded it.
I got the bill for the car. I set it on fire.
Electricity, insurance, cell, they got fed
to the disposal. I got a note from my sister
wanting to know when I’m going to return
her tennis racket. I stuffed it into an old T-shirt
and put it out with the trash. I got an email
offering an opportunity in ten easy payments
to have my body transformed into a major
pleasure park for any women I meet. I printed
it off and put it into a book they gave me at work
for my birthday on ways to improve your sex life
then took the book outside and placed it under
a tire and drove my car back and forth over it.
I received three telephone messages from my alumni
association, two messages offering better lawn care
from a man I once worked for who had borrowed
my Swiss Army Knife then claimed to have lost it
when I asked for it back. There was a message
from a man who thought I was Burt and wanted
me to call him about the deal we’d discussed. I
unplugged my answering machine and put it into the hall closet
where I put all the electronic junk I think I still might
need some day. I got into my car a drove to the mall
and ate a burger and some fries. I watched a woman
yank a child out of a store, the child’s feet not touching
the floor for many seconds. I went home, where waiting
for me was a package containing a book I’d ordered
on living a more frugal and happy life. I turned
on the TV and tried to decide what to do with that book.
I thought of Europe, Japan, and China as possible destinations.
Hope you got the letter,
And I pray you can make it better down here.
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer,
But all the people that you made in your image,
See them starving on their feet,
cause they don't get enough to eat
From god,
I can't believe in you.
Dear god,
Sorry to disturb you,
But I feel that I should be heard loud and clear.
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears,
And all the people that you made in your image,
See them fighting in the street,
cause they can't make opinions meet,
About god,
I can't believe in you.
Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you?
And the devil too!
Dear god,
Don't know if you noticed,
But your name is on a lot of quotes in this book.
Us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look,
And all the people that you made in your image,
Still believing that junk is true.
Well I know it ain't and so do you,
Dear god,
I can't believe in,
I don't believe in,
I won't believe in heaven and hell.
No saints, no sinners,
No devil as well.
No pearly gates, no thorny crown.
You're always letting us humans down.
The wars you bring, the babes you drown.
Those lost at sea and never found,
And it's the same the whole world 'round.
The hurt I see helps to compound,
That the father, son and holy ghost,
Is just somebody's unholy hoax,
And if you're up there you'll perceive,
That my heart's here upon my sleeve.
If there's one thing I don't believe in...
It's you,
Dear god.
~XTC
The message of the Gospel - Jesus is the only One who can forgive sin (to lie, cheat, steal, lust etc) and through confession of sin to Him and repentance (change your ways) He will forgive you, and grant you everlasting life, its His grace that saves you from the penalty of sin (eternity in Hell), He grants you access to eternal life with Him and God the Father in heaven. Its IMPOSSIBLE to earn you're way into heaven, its by faith alone in Christ, NOT by works. Turn to Jesus, ask Him to forgive your sins, ask Him to show you who He really is and He will change your life IF you let Him!
Translation maybe required ....
"Be you Man - or Child - or Woman,"
"Be you going - or be you coming,"
"For Scotland's Pride - no Scottish Shame,"
"Gather your litter - and take it Home"
Just remember to take your litter home or place it in the correct rubbish bin!!
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