THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH

The Dadaist robs the bourgeois of sleep

To the public....

Before going down among you to pull out your decaying teeth,

your running ears and your fat tongues full of sores.

Before breaking your putrid bones.

Before opening your shit infested belly and taking out for use as fertilizer your too fatted liver, your ignoble spleen and your diabetic kidneys.

Before tearing out your ugly sexual organ, incontinent and slimy.

Before extinguishing your appetite for beauty, ecstasy, sugar, philosophy, mathematical and poetic metaphysical alfresco dining.

Before waking you out of your bovine slumber.

Before disinfecting you with bleach.

Before all that.

We shall take a big antiseptic bath.

And we warn you,

We are murderers.

You are all indicted, stand up and stand trial.

Your crime is society.

It is nothing.

It is like your hopes: nothing.

Like your ideas of paradise: nothing.

Like your idols: nothing.

Like your politicians: nothing.

Like your heroes: nothing.

Like your artists: nothing.

Like your religions: nothing.

Like your music: nothing.

Like your dreams: nothing.

Like your loves: nothing.

Hiss, shout, kick my teeth in, so what? I shall still tell you that you are half-wits.

We become a debased currency.

(based on a speech 1920)