Redemption Song

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery…
Begin with the easy things. Grow new eyelashes, perky nipples,
tonsils and wisdom teeth. You have to start somewhere. Avoid
heat, pressure and stratification. You’re not a rock. Sit still
too long and you will be collected and set upon a glass shelf
to take your place among the fossils of our time, a dead thing
only good for study, classified and forgotten. Instead, erupt
like an active volcano, spewing spunk, lighting the night. As
long as there is a sky, fall through it. Gear up you glands
and get going. Develop new fingerprints to befuddle authority.
Change your irises and DNA every three months. Molt like a
righteous serpent and strike. Emerge from a chrysalis with magical
wings. Be a chameleon parked on a rainbow, a horse of a different
color.Ignore the cardiologists of doom, the calendars that tick
like clocks, the geiger counters of census takers, refuse to be
measured. Leaf out as a new tree every spring. Mail your
tax returns to god and await spectacular returns. Experience
all your orgasms as postcards from delightful friends. Keep
your spirit green though your driver’s license says otherwise.
other wise. Make your mind a meadow where delight can play
new games of flamingo croquet. Leave the automotons to their
own devices.Challenge decay to a duel, Shoot to kill. If your
heart is a ruin, start rebuilding. Make it new, Make it sparkle.
Never accept the opinions of dead men at face value. Think.
Recharge the faltering batteries of your brain with obsessive
regularity. Listen to the voices of old professors giving
new lectures. Lose your mind and find a better one. Keep changing
your ideas in hopes new ideas will make you new. Settle for
nothing less than resurrection. Become a Phoenix or a salamander,
renewed by fire. Burn like a super nova. Scorch everything that
you can touch. Touch everything that you can. Kiss the sky.
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