When darth ghost and Backpain have meetings on how to govern the TBdoubleS Star System it’s as if finally I have reached my destiny upon the background of my blog. We have already conceived the IITPR statement and we want you to join in on the board of presidents. We want your input on where to go now. My empire will be based on the system of favours. You do something for me. I do something for you. You do my plumbry and I do your entertainment for example. I teach in your school while you make yourself useful. Something like that. No more money, no more stock market no more police or even jails. Everything free. Yeah no more tax! You betray me and you’re going to loss your head under the guillotine. That’s the idea. You don’t manage. That’s your problem. ‘cos Art will be compulsory in my empire. Everybody will be an artist as well as a good citizen. Everybody has a song or a writing or talent for some art. Don’t matter what. So until then keep your trap shut.
That is the only just system possible. Every other system has been tried out. It’s all rotten to the core. Mankind must be destroyed completely. Democracy sucks so badly. It’s foul stench is visible all around you. Even Castro does a better job than democracy, but he too is lacking. The paranoid state of Cuba is built under oppression and has failed. My empire will be built under a couple of pillars. One of them will be Art. The next one I will conceive in my next post, maybe. If I am in the mood. Listen to me and you will benefit, you will thrive. The Fifth dimension is just a couple of parsecs away and heading your way! O yeah!
It’s heading so fast you can’t even conceive it yet. It’s gonna make you look like a trash can needing refillement. A fridge in dire straits as global warming increases. I am gonna make your head spin like a tornado. Your heart beat like Are You Lonesome Tonight? I am gonna light your fire while riding the storm. I am gonna be your Bourgeois Blues and yeah The Times They Are Changing. ‘cos darth ghost is awake and gonna punch you with his stabs of vikingly berserkian agility beyond any heavy weight fighter of the past. I am the Ali of Pulp fiction. The Lennon of your imaginations. The Mason of Art. The Beatnik of your dreams dear female readers. I also need a maid. Dear applicant please apply to via my blog. All applicants will be taken very seriously. The list is long so please a picture and your deepest desires tells me enough.
Where was I? O yeah! I have now conceived the First pillar of my empire to come. Join me and together the Fifth dimension will be ours! I am darth ghost your humble servant and publisher that writes a rhyme and a crime everyday for you to remember. Everyday a new opportunity unmissed, as my hammer and chisels carve their way on to your screen into unforgettable words for you to remember. I am he that attempt to brainwash you so that you become my humble servant for my empire. Thus far I have managed to get a couple of faithful readers. Only the most faithful will be prized dear dearest of all dearest of even more dearest of dearest reader who is reading right now.
Life is a miracle and as the word fill up my screen I am so proud of my humble achievements, as I gulp the coffee down my throat for you, just you dear reader, I think ahead and see myself already on the throne, as I lay the principles down for my empire in the making.
Thou art but an ustensil.
Thou art but a shadow for me.
Thou art what thou art.
Thou shall follow me and we will destroy all madness in this world. Bring back justice and Art back to the new robots. Destroy their computer program. Destroy the Brave New World and 1984 in one go. One hash. One blow. One strike and victory you will have achieved with me. Until that moment dear of dearest of dear reader, who is reading now, continue reading my stuff. The stuff made of darth ghost your humble and starving Poet Fulminous, editor in the making. The new Da Vinci of poetry-prose has stood up amidst the Pulp of this world and has decided to improve upon it and gulp down another pizza for the necessary calories needed to serve you best I can.
