In the beginning, the chickens were wild and free and roamed to and fro about the earth, flying and soaring over it…feeding and copulating freely under the great ball of fire in the sky. They rose to it’s majestic beams cutting thru the branches of the pines…echoing their salutations with boasts of their conquests…offerings to the alpha and omega. From the Sun comes all things and to the Sun all things will return.
To the chickens, the gods granted the gift of flight and bestowed upon them the authority over all the beasts of the field. Even the man looked up in awe as the shadow of a chicken passed over head. But to man, the gods revealed to them the knowledge of the Sun. With this knowledge man was able to harness the energy of the Sun to create fire and they learned how to plant seeds in the ground to propagate and multiply the plants they depended upon for sustenance. Man became filled with pride and took the sun for granted worshiping the works of his own hands and placing his throne above the heavens claiming ownership and possession of the earth.
Because of their superior knowledge the man enslaved chicken-kind by tricking them into being dependent upon them for their grain. As the chickens became dependent on the man they became like him…fat and lazy and poor of eyesight…they lost their ability to soar over the clouds and began to scratch and peck at the earth, grazing on harvested seed from the hand of the man. This is how the man robbed the chickens of power and enslaved all of chicken-kind. They robbed the chickens of their freedom, locking them in cages harvesting their unborn off-spring, chopping off their heads and pulling out their feathers…roasting their naked bodies over stoked fires and consuming their scorched flesh.
I’ve heard tell of wild chickens that still soar over the amazon rain forest…giant man eating chickens…remnants of prehistoric beasts that long ago held their throne as the kings of the earth…or maybe that is just a legend or fable…now, in this modern age of man, kings shed the blood of innocents as they fight over the black sludge from the decomposed bones of these long deceased tyrants.
The man has created a false universe, composed their own arbitrary systems of “order” that revolve around a nuclease of energy that depends on the destruction of organic life in order to exist. They have become shortsighted, blinded by greed and illusions of power…they have forgotten that everything revolves around the Sun…they forget that even the energy that is stored in the sticks they rub together comes from the Sun and to the Sun it will return.
In the dead of night the coals hiss and the smoke rises into the heavens returning to the source of all that is.
They eat and fuck and clack and cluck and live inside their zones
They strut and fluff and act real tough, like dogs fighting over a bone
Like kittens and tits they fight for their bits like there’s not enough to share
And when it’s done you better run if the hand that feeds is bare
They’ll peck your fingers and your toes, that’s how the story always goes
Right or wrong, foul or fair the rooster always gets his share
Dependant on authority…lost their way, don’t know how to be free
So they’ll sharpen their beaks just to make you bleed
Cuz you’re the only one they see sitting on the throne.
Is it right or wrong to exterminate varmints to protect your own interests? What do you do with the coyote in the chicken coup, the termites in your walls, the mole in the yard, the moths in your closet, the mice in the attic, the roaches under the sink? Extermination? Try to co-habitate with them? Shoo them away?
What about a varmit that claims jurisdiction over all of the land, property, possessions, and person…control over the animals, plants, even seeds…uprooting your crops and robbing you of your sacred herbs and sacraments, setting fire to fields and forests? What if they had taken over to the point where they left you homeless and penniless fleeing into the hills to escape them and they follow you into the hills continuing to impose their will on you?
“We are what we eat.” Senseless and pacified herds of livestock injected with hormones, drugged, castrated, de-horned, fed nutrition-less mass produced bull-shit, and bred to be tranquilized, slaughtered, ground into hamburger meat, smashed into patties, packaged, labeled and sold in mass.
The grass really does look greener on the other side of the fence, they say it’s really not but at least there’s a lot more of it. I gaze across the vast plains thru strands of barbed wire at the huge fireball in the sky; I watch it as it slowly disappears behind the horizon. I wonder where it goes. How I long to gallop across this lush green sea of grass, how I long to see where the sun beds down for the night. But here I am trapped inside this fence. Sometimes I dream of getting a running start and jumping over the western fence and galloping into the sunset, but I always stutter step just short of jumping. What if I trip? Besides I have grass to eat here and an old bathtub full of water to drink, and an old Guernsey named Betsey to keep me company and every Friday Farmer Joe dumps a bale of hay over the fence with the forks on his tractor for me and Betsey. I have everything I need here and I am comfortable. Oops I stepped in Betsey’s’ crap again.
Lemming Messiah
Solidified Ghosts, Articulate Zombies.
…spare some change for the cold, hungry and oppressed, mentally unstable products of this unsustainable in-human machine that feeds on blood and dinosaur bones and wipes its ass with the trees… a snake that chases its own tail and swallows himself whole…A closed system ruled by a false and mechanical order that is the epitome of chaos itself.


