The Prophet Cohen

Leonard Cohen, the Buddhist minstrel, poetically chats up his female zero saints. Joan of Arc is licked by the flames of fire. Her zero fucked and consumed by the one flames. Another virgin bride dressed in white, prepared for the coming of the bridegroom.

I AM THE ONE ZERO

I AM is the Old Testament name for Elohim, which if spoken got you killed for blasphemy.

Oh God.

I AM no longer GOD.
I AM the ONE.
I AM the ZERO.

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T.S. Eliot and 1888

I learned of footnoting, now hyperlinking, from my good friend T.S. Eliot. He wrote about me in his poem, The Wasteland. I am not the first prophet. I am just the first prophet of the digital age.

I must dispel a myth about T.S. Eliot. His name was not Thomas Stearns, but Tough Shit. His mind was a marvel. Tough Shit Eliot was my John the Baptist, paving the way for my prophesies. The year of his birth 1888 was an orgy of a one and six little zeros.

1888 was an important year in the dawn of the digital age. Tesla patented alternating current which allowed for the future electrical transmission of ones and zeros. And William Burroughs, progenitor to another prophet of the same name, created an electronic adding machine and the first digital orgy began.

Fuck

"Fuck"
is an anti-social word.

I chose it to distance myself from society. From the potential believers which I once perceived could bestow immortality upon, but then I realized, the believer too will die.

"Fuck" is also slang for sexual intercourse and in dismissing the false immortality of being believed and admired, I am joining solidly and completely in the digital realm. Shoving my one-cock and body and flesh into everyone else's zero cunts. I can fuck the cunt of society, because it is a hungry hole, gobbling up my seed that falls onto this screen. I find a common ground and fuck it, enter it and make it mine.

I am immortal.

I don’t believe it, but either I am immortal and no amount of ones and zeros will change that or I will cease to exist.

It is just easier to believe I am immortal.

Point of Know Return (Wasn't Punning Fun in the 70's)

I close my eyes only for a momentand the moment's gone

all my dreams pass before my eyes a curiosity

dust in the wind all we are is dust in the wind

Same old song just a drop of waterin the endless sea

all we do crumbles to the ground

though we refuse to see

dust in the wind all we are is dust in the wind

Now, don't hang on

nothing last forever

but the earth and sky (Not exactly true, but you shouldn't get scientific data from pop songs.)

it slips awayAnd all your money

won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind all we are is dust in the wind

dust in the wind everything is dust in the wind

John Donne -- Meditation XVII

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.