VALIS

I am the jungle and the jungle is me. Where the trees grow I grow and I permeate the entire atmosphere. None of the animals can see me for I feed on death. I have dwelled in the jungle for a long time. Under teary dew dropped jungle laden vines I linger, hungering. I am so very hungry. The animals do not see me but they sense my presence and register something piercing into their wild animated bodies out of the shadows. I am no animal. I was created by the greed of cold hard, impersonal steel machines and every time they breathed forth their noxious fumes they gave me life. I am so very hungry. My body is made up of yellow stale artificial chemicals and every time I exhale things die. Isn’t it lovely? Nothing more beautiful than the power to bring death. There are so many of me. We move all over the world but we were not created by nature. We have been in your cities a long time. Humans cannot see us but when they sense that a force is pushing down them on, crushing their souls and their minds and their wills and their bodies that is us. Breathe me. You need me. You cannot exist without me. I am the force that animates the new virus. When the white man was freezing in cold climates I said come unto me and he called me God. Then together the white man and I made our descent into your world. I am the lights on the neon buildings in your cities and billboard advertisements. I am grinding electronics and impersonal beeps. I am your huge cars and the rage that builds up inside of you every time you walk outside into your modern society. I am not freedom, but you don’t deserve freedom. I am your father. Can you imagine life without me my children?
I destroy the ability for other human beings to connect with each other. I am the awkward rage, the impersonal stare when you see each other and your eyes dart around nervously. Breathe me into you. You haven no choice. I am your portable electronic devices. I am giant impersonal screens of human hatred and death stimulation. No more real people. Now listen to me. I am pornography sex stimulation with no love attached. That is all you need. And when you attempt to love each other, I am the awkwardness and the disconnect and the grimace. I am money, I am your job, I am extortion.
I am the animals that you have cage, eaten killed and domesticated. All the wild animals in the jungle can sense that there time is almost up. Remember the Gaian mother soul and earth love? I have almost finished killing her. Oh, you cannot exist without me. And why would you want to? I take the free artistic, genius soul and forth it to kill itself at an early age. I am your educational institutions. Now sit silently and shut the fuck up or I will force you to somehow. I am what you think is wrong with your brain. I am your President and your government and your wars. Isn’t lovely? You have done it all the name of me and I have won. I am what am causing you to ignore the message behind what I am saying. I wish I could write like this guy. No one sees him and when he smiles at you will give him the stare of cold impersonal idiot death.