The Real Sky

We have to drink harder. We have to drink more.

We have to reaffirm … the power of assembly. Drunken assembly.

We’re not drunk enough. We’re not angry enough. We’re not appalled enough. We not screaming enough. We’re not hateful enough. Our blood isn’t frothing over.

We’re too low. Too scattered across the lowlands. We need alcohol to lift us up. To bind us together. To bring us together. We have to find the ardency. The hatred. The high seriousness.

We need to reach a promontory of drinking. To be able to look out – see what’s happening. Take in the whole fucking panorama. Feel the whole campus beneath us. The whole of Organisational Management.

We become visionaries when we drink. We SEE when we drink. We need to be out of the lowlands. Out of the valleys.

This is why we have to drink. To climb up. To attain it – a viewpoint. To be able to SEE. With the right intensity. With the intensity of focus. With the right narrowness of focus.

But we haven’t found our way to the plateau, not yet. We haven’t ascended in our drinking, climbed upwards. We haven’t risen in our drinking. The stars don’t flash above us, not yet. The sky doesn’t wheel around us. We haven’t found our way to the Great Drinking.

We’re looking to see the real sky, not the satellited sky. Not the Skynetted sky. Not the chem-trailed sky. Not the full-of-nanoparticulates sky. Not the all-set-up-for-holograms sky. Not prepared-for-the-fake-Second-Coming sky.

We want to see the real sky, a tear in the fake sky. A crack in the old sky. We have to tear their sky open. We have to destroy their chem-trailed sky. Their full-of-aluminium-and-barium sky. Their poisoned sky. From which poison rains down upon us.

Height – we drink for height. We thirst for elevation. For transcendence – why not? To be reminded. That the world system isn’t complete. That this isn’t all there is. That the irruption can come from without, and only from without. That the revolution happens in the sky, the real sky …