Chapter 7 Songs
1. THE HUNTER
1-1. I know the hunter
The hunter who?
The hunter that’s
Inside of you
1-2. The hunter that can look behind
To see the images in his mind
1-3. Do you know the Hunter
The hunter too
The hunter that’s
Inside of you
The hunter that can kill the beast
To provide the food of social feast?
1-4. I see the hunter
The hunter there
The naked hunter
Without the hair.
There in the forest
Run, run, run
Naked skin in the sun
1-5. Did you see the hunter?
Your hunter within
The naked hunter
Without the sin
There awakening from the deep
Primordial hunter from the sleep
1-6. When cities came
Evolution ceased
Man changed no more from the beast
1-7. The naked hunter
Still hides there
The running hunter
Without the hair.
1-8. Louder and louder comes
A screaming voice
From the naked hunter of natures choice
Give up! Give up your sin
Run! Run!
Run Naked again.
2. MY LOVE FOR THE FLOWER
2-1. I was running naked in the jungle
I came to a clearing and there was a budding flower.
2-2. I quietly watched the flower as it blossomed.
It twisted and turned as it struggled.
2-3. I moved some of the thorns that were trying to pierce the delicate blossom
2.4. I saw that the flower was too beautiful for this world
2.5. I then set about making the world a better place for the flower.
3. SILENCE
3.1. She would not scream
She would not yell
Words frozen in a private Hell
3-2. Scream out
Scream out
Call my name
Call it in shame or fame
3-3. Inside I am trapped in a raging night
With pounding rain and flashing light
3-4. A drowning man at the bottom of the wave
A drowning man her words would save
3-5. I reach higher and higher for the crest
Gasping for another breath
To say one more time before my death
………….
4. THORN
4-1. I found a beautiful flower
It was long ago
It was so pure
With its purity it spoke of being eternal.
It did not want to be like the other flowers that concealed their thorns.
The flower was ageless as it spoke.
4-2. I caressed and nurtured the flower.
A glowing moment filled my soul
I fought the thorns surrounding the flower
But the flower grew thorns of it’s own.
4-3. One thorn
Then another
Then another pierced my heart
The blood flowed. Draining my life force from my soul
4-4. The glowing moment darkened
The pain was so intense
I hurt
I hurt
4-5. As the blood of my life forced flowed upon the flower. It dried and darkened.
Darkening the flower.
I brushed off the dry dark blood.
I look for beauty to regain my soul
I am so sad
I am so sad
I am so sad
5. LAW ON THE TERMINATION OF COLONIZING SPECIES
5-1. You would think that the WASP would be assured a permanent niche.
5-2. They dedicate themselves to community service.
5-3. They obey all the rules of the colony.
5-4. They accept their socio/economic condition.
5-5. They defend the colony to the death.
5-6. You would think the WASP would be assured this permanent niche because that is what the colony conditions you to think.
5-7. They are wrong.
5-8. You are wrong.
5-9. All colonizing species are unable to adapt to a radically changing environment.
5-10. All colonizing species will perish.
5-11. All colonizing species must perish.
5-12. There will be no exceptions.
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By Jack Bowman © 2001
My world of beauty and perfection of spirit is full of weirdoes. They are everywhere. Crawling around like a bunch of ants. They have a queen. She is G. W. Bush. They follow her every command. But why would the weirdoes follow the queen? Because she secretes a tasteful nectar out her anus. It is green and has former queen's pictures on it. George Washington, Lincoln, and others. The colony that the queen controls with her anal secretions has soldier ants, worker ants, reproduction ants, the messenger ants. The soldier ants carry stingers that are loaded with a deadly poison called bullets. They force loyalty to the Queen. If any of the other ants deviate then they will be killed by the soldier ants. The reproduction ants and the worker ants are the mass of the colony. They are so addicted to the anal nectar that they will readily change to soldier ants if directed by the Queen. This change to soldier sometimes occurs when another colony is needed for expansion. The messenger ants do not reproduce and are used by the queen to deliver messages to the workers and reproducers. The messenger ants also secrete an anal fluid. It is brown. And the worker and reproduction ants are constantly sticking their noses in it for some strange satisfaction that I don't understand. This is so common among the workers and reproducers that they sometimes look like different species because of the color of their noses. This ant colony as well as several other similar ones are so successful that they have filled the earth. They all function for the common queen of each of the colonies. They are a mass intelligence and are totally unable to think for themselves. The queen makes them think they are individuals but they are unable to think outside the confines of the colony's collective consciousness. These weird ant people, as a species, are predestined to live out their existence on earth as this collective consciousness. These weird ant people are predestined to continue covering the earth until a radical environmental change occurs. This is the destiny of all collective consciousness species. They will perish totally and completely with only fossils remaining. Collective consciousness species think they are creative. It is like an ant going two inches to the left of the trail and then scurrying back. They are only creative within the confines of predetermined consciousness or thought. They are unable to create outside this narrowly defined path. Weird, so weird are these bug people. They communicate within a very narrow spectrum of sound waves. Since they are thinking for the collective consciousness of the colony this very limited means of communication, called words, is adequate. The queen encourages the use of this narrow communication technique so the ants will be content with their position and accept the position of others including the queen. The queen uses her anal secretions to encourage the workers to teach this "word stuff" to the young so the messenger ants can tell them what the queen wants. Without the "word stuff" the colony would collapse because the queen could not direct the workers nor could the soldier ants use their stingers for the purpose of the order of the queen. Their stingers would still be useful but only to defend the soldiers life against the worker. Weird, so weird are these bug people. The "word stuff" itself is like inherited material. Like a baby bug knows to suckle without being told. This "word stuff" is the same. It is material that is taken from the collective consciousness's of the past colonies and given to the current collective consciousness of the colony. And I, a member of the man species, live among them. Among these weird bugs.
| LOUIE AND THE ANTS | Louie kills the ants. He stomps them with his jackboots and squirts them with the water hose. |
Louie should be nicer to the ants. I don't kill them. I like to watch them. They just walk along their trail. I bet they have language. Language is THE vital tool to keep the human colony together. Without it the colony would fall apart. I bet when they pass each other they are saying things like "you have a nice butt" or "you have a hairy butt". They have to have a God. Language allows for that god worship stuff. Without it there would be no way to pray to him or praise him. Like Gods are worthless without language. So I bet they say things to each other as they are walking along the trail like "Praise God" or "In God we trust" and "God save the queen". With all that language I bet they talk all the time. That would annoy me. You can see their little antennae wiggling all the time. That is probably like our vocal cords only a different frequency. They probably have names like "skriiiii" and "shosaka" and "striiii". And when Skriiii passes Striiii on the trail he probably says things like, "Striiii you have a nice butt". I bet they have poets also. Well really just one. She is the Poetry Chick Queen. She recites poetry like , "scuuu, stirrr, slere, socall, shtriiii, screee" It translates to "Feed the babies but not for me, Feed the babies for the col-o-ny" The eunuch soldier ants just strut around and work out at the gym and say things to each other like, "Yours are really big" and "you have a nice butt" The young queen ants are going around saying to each other, "I wish I had a nice butt." Of course most of the ants on the trail are worker ants. They say things like "boy that Poetry Chick Queen is really cool" and "Working our life away just to feed the babies" and "I hate my job" and "did you try that juice on that poison ivy plant? Wow that was a real buzz" So Louie leave the ants along and let them babble their life away.