The Celestial Crusade of Tsutomu Miyazaki

 Johnny Konakuppakatil Gopinathan Balakrishnan Truant II

 Undergraduate/ Criminal Justice

The way you sway your hips, it makes me sick, the

crack of heels on pavement; we praise them, the Great Slumlords, they

own our souls. Who’s been shitcanned and called a queer?

Lemme ask you, what’s the first thing that typically bursts forth from your mind upon arising from

the depths of Sleep? I can feel them buzzing behind my eyes when I wake up first thing in the morning. I can feel their shit spinning around inside of

my Head, recording and analyzing all of my data, all of my vitals, all of what makes me a Unique and Indispensable

as a Sentient Human Being, and shooting the whole lot straight on to the statewide ADI headquarters in Milwaukee,

for in-depth examination and long-term recording in the state database. Then I stand up and state very clearly: "Every day in every way I am getting better and better. Every day in every way I am getting richer and richer. Every day in every way I attract the right people and ideas into my life—”

Lemme ask you, who exactly’s at the top and jacking with the strings? I’ve heard some say that the world is ruled by

            murderers; doesn’t that frighten you? To know full well that to them you’re just one in a billion, that to them

you are the single most expendable Human Being in all of the Creation, so much so that you’re hardly a

Human Being at all. Who exactly’s being lied to? Who exactly’s being propped up atop the bones of the poor? Some might say that Information’s Insemination is

naught but a Promulgation of Manipulation, so much so that Perception invariably leads to Action leads to Distraction leads to hopelessly swallow it down—

            Huffing Gasoline fumes from a bag, I can feel the Universe collapse around my ears and so, watching

Antimatter dominate the Stars, I felt the Sacred Crunch confirming all of my fears.

Lemme ask you something… can you fight? Can you slice children into little pieces? Do you have what it takes? Can you

pin them to ground? Are you brave enough to kill, torture, and maim complete and total strangers?

Twenty-hundred Ronin, twenty-hundred Weak, twenty-hundred Seekers, twenty-hundred Sleek, killing

            hypocrites in the eye of their storm, it’s like it’s all just

            Radios, Telescopes, Darkness, and Matter,

            Crystal Wind strangle, you’re Mad as a hatter.

Prefab insurance shields, brokering some wicked deal; mark these words, they’ll take my cash just to empower the

Prom Queen, Prom Kids, leaders of the Free world, they will gradually learn to Kill those they Hate. Detection, which is to say Inspection, dictates that

you need your God to save your Life. But He don’t know and He don’t care and if He knew

He’d just lie and say He did. Who reads the books? We watch the Films and read the Sports, we let them shoot their

stupid awkward gibberish into my veins and into my mind, and then they will take me over from the inside-out from the inside-out from the inside—ok—

 Ok fight for Survival the Decapitation the Vomit the Sobbing at the first hack of the Machete its legs were

kicking goddamn the Guts and the twitching the Vomit the Sobbing

to be torn apart literally ripped into pieces it’s still alive and they’re digging through it and its twitching like crazy

and This is all Real

I wanna believe that this is all just a movie that these are special effects but I know that this really truly happened and this footage proves it oh my god I want to

stop watching its Head just moved after it’d been oh Jesus oh fuck sometimes I wish

I could just go to Sleep and never ever wake up because this is what mankind’s capable of I’m looking at the dismembered Head now

 it’s just a writhing pile of Guts now I’ll never feel anything again they’re ripping it apart with their bare fucking Hands it’s all still moving its insides are still moving around it has

no head oh make it stop please just die already stop living for the love of Christ please just die and its Guts are still twitching those Ropes

 those are just like Ropes and they used to be alive would they kill a Human Being for a Film oh yes they’d have no problem killing a human being for a film

oh the Darkest Days Nothing I don’t want to feel anything—

Lemme ask you something… What Am I now? I want to know what exactly I mean to you, I want to know What exactly I Am, hell,

 I’ve got to know just What exactly I Am because it’s something, it’s the One Thing that you can’t tell me, that you can’t

pitilessly melt down in the Furnaces of your Indelible Wrath and cast into your own image and likeness so

What Am I now? We don’t know and We don’t care and if We knew We’d just lie and say that We did. The World

 is Ruled by Murderers, those Long-Trained Dispensers of All Earthly Delight, those Seasoned Veterans of the sound of Change dropped on the Floor. The way

you shake your ass it makes me sick, the way you act so bad and tough it makes me sick. It’s being kept safe

for your mind to accept as truth so let’s round up the poor and whores and the niggers and spicks.

Never think about what comes out—

It erupts mindless and oh-so-proud and soulless in its shine, gutless as it lies—

You will lick the Hand that Feeds you you will lick the Hand that Beats you because

I’m so special and I can’t take it I’m so special and I can’t take it I’m so special and I can’t take it

I’m so special and I can’t take it alone so I

will kill people sir. Green shoes and shy faces shining with angel eyes, broken backs and wrinkled arms

capped with calloused hands, burning star-like motherfuckers with grim grins, those hostile society-types

with their heavy graffiti, I will kill them all sir I will kill people sir I will do whatever you like sir.

That’s right. I’ve seen the extent of your Sacred Plans. Pressure over Peace of Mind and unthinkingly,

anxiously, blindly cruising on Utility, abiding by the laws of competence while ignoring the undeniable fact that Efficiency is the greatest killer

 of them all and that regulation, no matter what guise it adopts, is never ever Free. There’s a

Niche, there’s a

Pipe, there’s a

Trap, and your band’s been bad.