"The Spectacle's function in society is the concrete manufacture of alienation."

"The proletariat will never come to embody power unless it becomes the class of consciousness."

To feel the frantic,
I wish I could dance
As fast as a molecule:
Bumping and grinding
Ten million times a second.

But I am a monkey in a man suit.
My muscles tire, I need glucose.
And threads of sorrow drizzle from our eyes
To behold the unholdable.

Give me some sugar,
Give me a kiss, I dig your skin.
A Valentine’s kiss, this ancient ritual
Is all we can keep alive.

Dock me to the mothership.
Your flesh-blossom mouth
Is a reef of erotic lights.

Aphrodite, thank you for sharing
Yourself in all these lovely creatures.
Beauty is the antidote to death.