[Everything is condensed sunlight]

Everything is condensed sunlight.
Books are just dead tattooed trees.
Nothing dies harder than a bad idea.

I don’t get mad, I have people that do it for me.
There aint no special dead, there’s just dead.
This could seem paradoxical, but it isn’t.

It’s there behind the door.
It’s either white or black.
It’s my way or the highway.

That’s the picture — killed instantly.
Sometimes things just got to play hard.
Those who are tardy do not get fruit cup.

Everyone’s half and half.
I don’t have a fucking clue.
One finds oneself fallen.

from 555 by John Lowther, 2014

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Remixed works:
Energy, Work, and Thermopolitics, by Levi Bryant
Books are just dead tattooed trees, popular Tumblr meme
The Artist’s Way, by Julia Cameron
Line from The Wire, Season 4, Episode 5
Line from The Wire, Season 1 Episode 13
Line from High Anxiety, by Mel Brooks
Hélène Cixous, in White Ink: Interviews on Sex, Text, and Politics
Undoing Gender, by Judith Butler