(We are all going to) War Again

(We are all going to) War Again

Eat up your pudding and eat up your pie it's the last meal we've got for tomorrow we'

put on our clothes and get ready to fly the soldiers are coming, please don't ask here, take my hand oh a tear don't you understand? crying's banned, so stand! and fall on your knees for the soldiers are here we'll serve them with coffee and we'll serve them with toast to the king and toast to the queen and toast to the incredible killing machine grave is the charge that you put in your pocket grave the surprise for the ones who un.. look at the moon so big in the sky now we'll take your little knife and we'll cut off it's here come the drones oh, the moans the blades that are their breath bringing death - death! so tie up your shoelace and get ready to play and if anybody asks then remember to say you don't know daddy and he don't know me and this is the way that we three shall remain free one two three four five six seven eight nine ten we are all going to war for fun two three four five six seven eight nine ten we are all going to war for fun two three four five six seven eight nine ten we are all going to war again

mysterious algorithm

I have found that Google refuses to index this blog anymore, even though Google actually owns blogger.com or blogspot or whatever it's called now.  The only way I can get here now from Google is through a link on the main menu of my website (www.forkword.com) or linktree. Anyway i guess this is just how the fashions of the internet go - everyone is over on substack now, reddit, places like that.  

I guess the real human content of the old web is just lost now in the torrent of AI produced flotsam. And what is the value of real human content now anyway, when it's just words.  People want sounds, images, video, the touch of flesh, the exchange of fluids. And even then, they only want those things from certain specific vendors. The rest of us go on the compost heap, the pyre, the verbiage pile, ashes to rot down and become a nice damp moss for the next generation, a dank dark reminder of a past ecocyde.

I am happy, it is good to be part of the dark earth, funelled through by worms, dug in by badgers. Supporting trees and ferns and vines. This is the Way.