Written by Jonathan Aryeh Wayne, May 13, 2015

By all means necessary
you can take your toxic chemicals and shove it somewhere
I am talking war now
This is a public courtyard, a public gathering space
You come with your entourage of ignorance
You sit down, and let your synthetic aromas permeate, emanate, infiltrate our space
One of us can’t sit still
He bolts out of his metal chair
He has pieces of napkin stuck up his nostrils
Is that a rebellion
Is that a resurgence
Clue me in, when was the last time we had to defend ourselves from perfume
Did this occur back in the days of cocktails after country clubs and brass spittoons with cufflinks
They didn’t know any better back then, but that’s because it was all more real
More to feel and less to steal
Those white napkins up nostrils of agony and apathy
Those pieces of cotton are connected to a much larger realm
Why do you have to frown though
Why do those people grimace with stupidity in their eyes
Do they want to die with each other
Are these some sort of perfume monsters that were engineered by human capital
Have they been tested for indifference
Do they know it causes
exhaustion
weakness
“hay fever” symptoms
dizziness
difficulty concentrating
confusion
headaches
rashes
swollen lymph glands
muscle aches and spasms
heart palpitations
nausea
stomach cramps
vomiting
asthma attacks
neuromotor dysfunction
seizures
chronic fatigue syndrome
multiple chemical sensitivity
Gulf War Syndrome
fibromyalgia
and loss of consciousness
Perhaps these people are so toxic, they can’t even recognize they’re sick
Was there another list of side effects I haven’t discovered somewhere
Is death no big deal to them
I guess they think that whatever doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger
Or maybe its the other way around
No, its time for war now on those larger men with pocketbooks and bank accounts
I’m not one of those anarchists who commits atrocities in real life
I’m not one of those apathetic bums who hangs around coffee shops and tea houses
I don’t waste my time filling out crossword puzzles and playing chess
That’s more for those intellectuals, those knowledge snobs, those logical minds
I’m not a philistine, I do read books, I do watch important films, I do have eclectic taste in music and I do go to the museum and appreciate fine art every now and then
Those white fronds of cotton that are hanging out of your nose
Are you even sure those aren’t toxic
Maybe they’ve been chlorinated and bleached
Maybe they used to be sewage that was treated and recycled with 40% organic materials
Regardless, its doing the job
This is war after all
A war waged on one perfume monster at a time
Let’s inform them of some things
Let’s teach them that essential oils are better, cooler and even make you feel good
You won’t have any of those nasty side effects
If you dilute in a carrier oil, perhaps jojoba, you’ll be fine
The war will end, peace will ensue
You will be able to tell your children and grandchildren and past lovers and friends what you’ve done for society
You might get recognition, maybe a news article somewhere
You might become notorious, a new Eric Brokovich for environmental awareness
Some might think you’ll lose your mind, become paranoid if you’re not already
So do your thing
Find your way
Be as liberal and literal as you want
Don’t react, only find facts
Inform those of the disinformation that has been filtered through dissemination
See, many will just stare at you like the dehumanized androids they are
So desensitized, they aren’t even aware they have drenched themselves in death
It’s their favorite scent
It’s their way of courting
Their sports, their hoarding
Clustered together, let us be clueless
Are you angry?
Have we hit a nerve somewhere?
Oh, I know, you’re still not sure if this is factual science or just fear mongering
You need to wait a few more years until the politicians change their minds
Same goes with all those other environmental mental illnesses we suffer from
These delusions you think we have
No, you’re deluded young man, young woman
Fancy that notion for a moment
While you gorge on your 12 inch nitrate-laden cold cut sub from Giant Eagle
While you tickle yourself watching wasteful television, smoking a joint, wearing black
You’re a good guy though
Maybe you’re happier not knowing, not realizing what we know
What is this war we’ve created for no reason
A history of war is what makes up the human race
Am I being too grandiose, too scary right now?
We live in a culture of repression but you’ve heard about that already
We go apeshit, we are monkeys of self fulfilling prophecies
We are genetically modified carbon based perfume units
We are fantastic bodies and zombies
I’ll take up those nostrils of napkins too soon
Yet another new mental disorder strikes our courtyard
This time its the damaged machine walking counter clockwise around a pillar of toxicity
Surrounded, bounded by the fabric of monotony and drudgery
Those old souls long gone, savoring every sip of their single malts
May you live long and prosper under your flagship of the universe
Don’t laugh at us now
By all means necessary we’ve done all we can