hello fellow futrists,
here is my first draft for your perusal, as joe requested its less political rhetoric/swagger/heroics and more dada absurdist than the original. hope i've captured enough of the right flavour of both for you ...
P.S. REMEMBER FORMATTING ISN'T EXACTLY HOW IT SHOULD BE, plus titles should be in bold, but couldn't work out how to do it!
1. THIS CELEBRATION IS FOR USE BY THE ADDRESSEE(S) ONLY. IF YOU ARE THE INTENDED RECIPIENT, PLEASE NOTIFY US IMMEDIATELY
In the dead of noise all we can hear above our heartbeats is the screaming silence of the
Mutation and recombination.
Every throng is all and constant.
We have crawled sclerotically into the near present. Terrorised by our own futures, denying our own song.
We must embrace the virus. Disease and risk. Multiply. Feed the urban appetite for collapse.
3. BY THE LOOK OF THINGS FROM THE GROUND
We intend to proclaim our failures, celebrate self-loathing, and joyously affirm our lack.
We will set ourselves up to fall – blissfully.
4. CHOOSING PAINT DRYING; THE END IS POSSIBLY IN SIGHT
Our barbarous beauty is swathed by a utility fog – the artist must throw up the hard yellow veil of health & safety: Danger’s song will be sung. NOW, now we intend to holler our passion for vigorous incompetence. We have pre-put ourselves. Clamour for the irregularised space of unaccountability, where we are free to open ourselves up to dreams and deliriums.
5. GLITTER OF KNIVES; CONSENSUS
Do not tolerate. Nothing should be tolerated. Repressive tolerance leads to stress, stress leads to conflict. Tragedy, pain a human becomes or peril Unrequited, further enduring.
Deals await you or your Gold. We are all disabled by our lust. Be inspired by the dysfunctional consumer. He cannot help himself.
We don’t know what we wished, we have no vision, we only see the searing colours.
We reject the quest for redemptive purity in this age of environmental apocalypse,
and magnificently wrestle our own filth in the wet labs of executive swamps. Ours is a dirty revolt.
7. NEXT UP
We will enchant the passage of the dragging route.
Delight the creeping pace of travel.
8. PACIFIER DELIVERABLE KITS
Art will not save the world.