*Otototoi : a lamentation sound used by Euripides in his dramas

**Freud and Bernays collaborated to devise inroads to manipulate public opinion. At the time they called it the manufacture of consent. They did’nt dream of the advent of television and mass media.

mirror mirror on the wall...

                         Ototototoi*

         i was born the gentlest of them all...

 and then I was brutalised beyond recognition

 beyond recovery

and they called it maturation

socialization education procreation perpetuation

Glorious glory all Gloria

And then I lost myself.. forever?

Dismantled disintegrated separated manipulated

And then I was to take life’s journey dying of thirst

in a pool of pure reason and excellent logic

We all live in a yellow submarine

Dying of thirst in the fountain

The separation and thist is so great

so great 

and then i shall break

and that which is not love shall be love to me

          and kindness shall be love

          and tolerance shall be love

          and charity shall be love

          and success shall be love

         and pity shall be love

i shall break and that which is untrue i shall think it true                   

i shall make it true

                                        ...to rest...

and my thirst shall be so terrifying that that which is not water i shall think it water

                                        ...and rest...

and i shall be

          not the plant that thirsted for water

          not the flower that yearned for love

               but i shall be that that i thought

                                             ...to rest...

i shall be that that i think

                                             ..and rest..

     and i shall drown myself in imaginary water

                              synthetic water

     and i shall drown myself in imaginary love

                              synthetic love

                              acted love

love that i think it love

                          water that i think it water

                                                  ...to rest..

and i shall make worlds of perfect reason

                                   synthetic worlds

                                   imitation worlds

                                   substitute worlds

and i shall build them higher  ...and higher  ..and higher

and i shall make them stronger  ..and stronger ..and stronger

          ..and i shall raise this world of lies above all things

               for not to know the horror of my thirst

                  ..and i shall protect this World

                                preserve it

                                conserve it

I shall kill for it

                                cherish it

                                protect it

                                         above all things

          for not to know the horror of my poverty

         and of my thirst..

and i shall drown myself in this mountain of synthetic worlds

               for to forget my thirst

                              deeper deeper deeper deeper

                              higher higher higher higher

                              more more more more more more

                              further further further further

                              greater greater greater greater

                              faster faster faster faster faster

                              more more more more more more

                             faster faster faster faster faster

for not to know the horror of my thirst

          ..and the plant

          ..and the flower

                            that thirsted for love

                                 shall sing

                                 shall cry

                                        shall convulse

                                        and scream

           shall burst violent blind

            shall wither

                              shall dry

shall pine

shall succumb to all manner of suffering and disease shall fall ill so ill so so ill                             

shall cry cry cry in incomprehensible language

shall die

     and i shall not see

                         or hear

                                 or feel

I shall sadistically fail to comprehend the crying message

the sickness mesage

     i shall just not know the horror of this thirst

               for i am drowned in synthetic worlds..

                                                 escaping worlds..

supported by Freud, Bernays** and NBC**

               for i free happy man am now a slave

               surrounded by organised anaesthesia, amnesia and ritual

                                              for to rest..

               for i man am now

                              ...a broken man.....

                    for not to know the horror of this thirst

"deeper, faster, higher”

"deeper, faster, higher”

"deeper, faster, higher”

"deeper, faster, higher”

"deeper, faster, higher”

"deeper, faster, higher”

"deeper, faster, higher”

"deeper, faster, higher”

"deeper, faster, higher”

more and more and more more more better stronger more

  "deeper, faster, higher”

 hysterical violent more more more

hurrah for me!

                    i shall die in synthetic peace

                    and i shall be quenched in synthetic waters

                    and i shall smile a synthetic smile

                         of gratitude

                         of approval

                         of pride and beatitude

                    ....and i die of thirst...

We all live and die in a yellow submarine unless we consciously and in love  work a concerted long term strategy out

Mozart and Osiris