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Wednesday, March 25, 2020

panic response

It seems worse
than it really is, which
is worse than people

think
but not as bad as all this:
wild paranoid conjectural
conspiracy political panic
and alarm crap,

which frankly
is spot-on - but a bit overblown.
People have been saying

the economy is going to start killing people.
Just dropping out of trees and off buildings,
and straight-up murdering them

Naturally, I'm for it
if it's unavoidable,
I'm for it. Otherwise
against. If there's any hope
of stopping it? Put me down
as against, but I'm for it
otherwise.

The thing is,
practicality-wise,
overreaction is spot-on
- because it expresses
how we REALLY FEEL

That's a new kind of truth
people are not used to. Well,
a lot of people are going to
GET USED TO IT - to have
to be shocked! That's

all I say. Get used to it,

THESE ARE BOLD TIMES
BOLD WORDS ARE CALLED FOR, and

GROW UP

FUCK ON

Now.
New,
radical
ideas

- that's what I call for.
And fireworks! A BOLD
NATIONAL DISPLAY OF LIGHT,
SMOKE AND BOOM IN THE SKY

This strangeness going on
huge and weird just needs
to be shown: our spirit

is like whoa

when it comes to the pinch.
Believe it, yo

What we can't do
is things like: start youth clubs
to "get the word out" on infectious contagions

Nudity won't help either. It's too late for that

It's too late, that's the problem
for these solutions

Next time

What's needed now is people in their windows
communicating via semaphore and Aldis lamp,
and the message kept constant and on-point:

"THIS STOPS NOW"

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