Genesis Breyer P-Orridge
Lady Jaye Breyer P-Orridge
(S/HE IS HER/E)
This is the final war, a jigsaw
A war to re-possess your SELF.
There is NO gender anymore
Only P-Androgeny is divine.
Sexuality is a force of nature that cannot be contained. Get up.
Stand together in perfecting union,
Join and love equally the man and the woman separated at b-earth inside you,
Their first cries for justice PANDROGENY!
Re-united as one
Identity is your only possession,
as a being possessed
Re-possess your SELF,
Be possessed by YOUR self,
Any SELF, every SELF you ever dreamed of,
Every SELF you were ever afraid of. GET UP!
Stop this war of limitations,
Now YOU own yourself.
Your own YOU own.
Now its YOU.
Stop being possessed by characters written by others.
Change your ID card cut it into the shape of a HEART.
Be heart felt.
Feel your heart,
Your heart is your art.
Re build your SELF from the FOUND UP!
Identity is theft.
(IDENTITY IS THEFT.)
NOTHING SHORT OF A TOTAL GENDER
These puppeteers of the NEW WAY ON,
Download slave software into your brain
Even as that wriggling , cocky, tyke breaches the cellular defences,
Its resources stretched taught,
Thinner than a condom on a monstrously seductive,
POP! POW! Snap! Suck!
Snake of Eden rigid with victory
Jissom of control victorious
the arrows of sex penetrate egg central And, spiraling downwards, downs its load,
The double bluff,
Double helix story of those chosen to come before.
Chosen, without choice,
Not you. KNOT YOU!
Knot this AND, this DNA,
This STRAND, stran-dead,
Strand-DEAD on arrival,
Slapped into shape by your DELIVERERS.
A pre-recorded software,
Worn down through ages with one purpose,
To serve the rich, service their itch,
Supply each demand.
Obey each command.
(CHANGE THE WAY TO PERCEIVE AND CHANGE ALL MEMORY)
Struck dumb by its ELEGANCE says CRICK,
Elementary says Watson.
The double helix leaps from lab to life,
With YOU as the lab rat!
Whose elegance anyway?
Two spines, once twins, that go their separate ways after 49 days,
Yet remain inseparably linked
The edit points, invisible.
AND/DNA there-in lies the problem and the lies begin.
In the beginning ALL were perfect. The first man was the first woman.
The first woman was the first man.
UNTIL the whispering began
AND/DNA the first man became the first man
The first woman became the first woman
AND/DNA then all HELL let loose
AND/DNA weve been living (t)here ever SIN-ce
Know matter HOW sin-cerely
(POSSESSION IS THE GREATER PART OF VALOUR)
You are vital.
You are vigorous. Get up.
We are ultra-genetic terrorists.
One man is another man or woman.
EVERY MAN AND WOMAN IS A MAN AND WOMAN
There is a time and place for everything indecent.
End your social and sexual misery, taste the sweet electricity of PANDROGENY!
This time around you can be anybody
Put away your toys and focus.
WE ARE BUT ONE BITCH!
We declare war against all binary systems.
We support SELF-determination and liberation.
Total freedom for all possible and impossible identities
Destroy the control of DNA and the expected.
Do you understand?
Heres the key.
You were in your mothers womb for forty-nine days an androgyne.
Who chose your gender?
Only by YOU ending this separation, Returning to that first pure state can real freedom begin. When all are but one sex, one species.
This is not about becoming an Other,
This is about returning to a state of perfect union.
Masturbation is the highest form of magick
SO tap into the psychic network.
There is no free speech, ONLY an illusion of freedom.
Freedom of delusion
Perhaps GOD was breathless, allergic to cosmic dust.
Despite its three billion years HEAD start on us at this PERSON building, this character building.
One KEY point is oft forgot. AND/DNA alone, on its OWN does NOTHING!!
It cant make eyes brown or green,
or any other electrically charged muscle bulge!
It cant sit up, or apply make-up,
Or keep itself clean,
Not even adjust a wig.
PROTEINS do all that.
CREATIVITY is your anti-gender protein.
Stripped of who YOU are, stripped of the creativity that IS character DNA/AND is helpless, speechless, dead on arrival again!
WITHOUT THE SCENE FORGET THE GENE
Society has always been an enemy of the desire to create,
Of all possible creativity.
What am I saying to you?
Nature began as a deliberately chaotic force FOR change.
Evolution, evolving, unfolding.
All those redundant species wither. Those embracing novelty leapfrog them to dominance
Maybe with a little inter-species cross (and loving) fertilisation along the way.
Creativity is the most POWER-full energy in the Universe.
Why its even endorsed by GOD in his book, Genesis, THE FIRST BOOK OF CREATION.
And its CREATION, that breathes LIFE into clay, And all we know, each weird and damaged last one of us, each child man woman lurking amongst you, raising their living voices to be heard outside, by others, by others BEING as they mill around in their biolo-illogical suits exploring mortality, sexuality, and linear time. Its all these marvellous characters constantly re-inventing you, that demand LIFE. All of them are vAlid, each with their own agenda. Fulfilled, or frustrated according to the amount you listen to them and acknowledge them. They love to be alive. They have a right to be considered.
Never before has a generation, drowned in mortification, felt such a rage to live.
Needs satisfied by power in satisfaction of needs.
POWER satisfied by needs satiated by greeds.
Jolted, deafened by the racket of meaningless gestures we are built by parents, schools, corporations, pop media feedback loops, mimicking our idols, the fame whisperers, the para-medics of character. Culture, like a monstrous, relentless Cathedral Engine rolls us flat and colourless, grey as the granite gargoyles, the CEO of entertainment business. Forget not that once upon an androgenous time, CREATION was the act of DEITIES. A divine calling, with ART as its mirror in LIFE, an act of devotion leading us towards that wisdom that has no NAME, no gender. Dont speak to me of GOD and GODDESS. Words used by those in earthly control to render impotent and in conflict ANDROGENOUS PERFECTION, divine expression FREEDOM to BE BEINGS!
Control those cathedrals of hell where adolescence repeats, shattering like bullets. Submission butchering youths energy. Life cracks in every direction.
True needs discoverable by liberating ourselves from the constraints of dominant sexual stereotypes, genders, identities, roles that rock.
There will be revolution, there will be sex revolution with homosexual revolution.
Are you out is nothing.
To throw off the shackles of experience of true sexual freedom and physical love, free love! End gender. Break sex.
Smash your closet relationships.
Your closest friendships.
Cut your SELF up, break every pattern of behaviour,
Every taboo, every inhibition
To see who you really are?
To see whos really there.
Free yourself from sex.
The more detached one is from a role, the easier it becomes to form.
IS IT YOU?
IS THIS CONSTRUCTED PERSON YOU?
DID YOU DESIGN YOUR SELF, YOUR CHARACTER?
WHOSE MOVIE IS THIS L-IF_E YOURE IN?
WHO IS DIRECTING YOU?
THERE ARE MORE THAN ONE OF YOU, MAYBE HUNDREDS TO CHOOSE FROM
They wound each other. Armed to the teeth, the enemy wants to fight on the terrain of roles.
All roles alienate, are despicable. Behaviour conceals alien demands, permissible images that glimmer through the logical screen.
FIND YOUR TWIN
Roll over ROLE OVER, delusional time run out,
OUT YOUR SELF, build your DREAM CHARACTER
accept the magickal fuck,
NOTHING SHORT OF A TOTAL GENDER!
End a miserable corrupt existence.inherited conditioning from another species, maybe another planet. Who fucking knows?
WHO FUCKING NOs!
Everyone is bisexual, is completely of natural sex.
The origin, the original, the PANDROGYNE
The PANDROGYNE the source of all possibles, the resolution of all conflict.
As above, so below. Even as I speak the Pope says, GOD is neither male nor female
Dominant ideology neuters and controls us.
Unleash orgasmic energy in an era of primal release healing.
THEY GAVE ME DNA / AND TOLD ME THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO ABOUT IT.
ONLY ONE STORY, ONE MOVIE.
IN A WORLD DIVIDED IN TWO,
IN TOO A BINARY LANDSCAPE
DON QUIXOTE OF ANDROGENY
SEARCHING THE FRACTURED GARDEN FOR ALL THE PIECES OF THE JIGSAW PUZZLE
LOOKING AT THAT BIG PICTURE
LOOKING FOR YOUR OWN PICTURE
LOOK AT THAT PICTURE
LOOK AT THAT PICTURE IS IT PERSISTING?
THERE IS NO REASON ON EARTH WHY YOU SHOULD EVER RUN OUT OF PEOPLE TO BE,
TO BE WITH
OF WHAT COMES NEXT