They took my cells without my knowing and re-cut the keys to the kingdom.
Changed the locks.
Virgin whore monger handmaiden misbehavin' the cradle of civilization. Inspiration information. Imagine that.
I know all about the bullshit.
Spray paint on walls for the moment.
Sell the wall in a gallery to hold it.
My humanity like that they bought and sold it.
Never too old to behold it.
Sanded and molded I was cut into shape.
It took more than one rape.
Never met a period that wasn't late.
2.
The Pharmacopornographic Era. The Counter-sexual Manifesto.
We need a name for this.
Jesus wouldn't be caught dead in your church.
Death to the patriarchy.
The floor is the bottom line. The crypt is filled with black madonnas, virgin mothers...
Wrote a book in a hotel room and bet
you ain't never heard of it.
We need new songs to sing 'cause we've got stamina.
Don't mean a thing if you don't dance to it.
3. Subharmonic birdsong sung on principle: Pollination, Pollen Nation!
Interwoven patterns of actual emotions gathered in a space.
Incongruent points of departure. An hour before they get here.
We'll need the dj to play this again.
This time for the listening.
4.
This is the inaugural ceremony of the disenchanted. The lovesick and the over-powered.
You can charge your world with this.
You off the grid now.
Here is an inconsistent rant on nation/states bemused by corporal identity.
An unrelenting conversation on why he will rob you and call it love.
The militarized police state of humorless poetry has finally caught up with you, teeth whiter than a mf.
5.
Teeth whiter than a mf Camera'd like karma cared. And we ain't got no name for this:
Experiment.
Like democracy and unbridled capitalism. Outcome is oppression and war!
If entertainment is your sedative, your religion hetero-normative
I got a feeling with no name for it.
credits
from Encrypted & Vulnerable,
released June 5, 2020
Written by: Saul Williams, Orko Eloheim, Gonjasufi
Listening to this a few years on, Chapter 319 feels almost melancholic, a reminder of the time where police abolition had nearly mainstream appeal. The tracks still make me furious at the bullshit cops continue to get away with. dninemfive