What happens when

| say what you mean and mean what you say |

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_{{message from Mad punks who see time}}

What happens when the time passes and the crazy is still crazy but now we are the crazy without the support without the glue without the medicine without the thing that saves lives

that saves (our) lives

now trust me us for once like listen

I am not of savior of pills,

—there is no lauding a history birthed from lobotomies

—every meltdown is bathed in the pain of Madcestors desperate cries

—we are the despair that has endured 

and still the pills have saved us many times.

So what happens when the time passes and the withdrawals have faded and the crazy is still crazy but now we are in the full expressions of it all the sensory rewirings the screams and the cries and the meltdowns and the neuroqueerness and the other the other the wrong the criminal the locked up the exterminated

*the revolution will not be sanist

*the liberation will be Mad

Who else would dream up worlds on the other side of this. Who else would scream worlds into the abyss stories of Cassandra’s refusing to erase the history from their minds

There is not a thought an ice pick can kill.

The question is not erased just because the answer was crossed out. Taking the pills does not take us. We are taken already, in madness, in sight, in fear, in joy, in feeling everything all patterns all time all the time. There is no thought an ice pick can kill. We are the questions haunting you with no answers. 

Just because you try to take our pills, our answers, the very things that allow us to be does not mean we are cured we are saved we are fixed
we are no longer questionable

However

What happens when the time passes and the crazy are still crazy and still alive and still here why are they still here no one wants them here and jokes about wing nuts and pontifications on psychopaths become liberatory causalities and maybe the most sane thing is 

“none of us are insane here. our mutuality nested with morality, a logical bedfellow.”

The resistance. will. be. insane.

The resistance will be the insane, the (un)sane breaking the walls that your sanity built around us, with the mortar of the moral majority.
These bricks are now ours.

Without pills the falsehood of sanity unravels, not in beautiful madness but in a quickening towards death. The before pills was not better for the minds galvanized by the waters current, we were just dead. We were just dead.

There is no doubt that an ice pick can kill. 

What happens when the time passes and the crazy are still crazy and we are still here and we are still hearts raging still Mad still screaming in the guttural winds still Cassandra’s that you can’t silence won’t silence still weeping the tears of the land still here still queer still trans still Mad still

still still still s t i l l dead

What happens when time passes and the crazy are still crazy but now we’re the crazy and the dead 

Indulge your futile attempts to kill us quiet or kill us screaming, we will never die for you because we are already dead. We’ve always been dead. We live despite | de spite | in spite. The pills that _{kill you} bring us breath bring us life bring us to be joyfully alive to be the best nightmare of your lives. We are the death wishes come back to life. We’ve sprung from the fallen ashes of empire’s charnel grounds before and we’ll do it always once more, forevermore. 

What happens when the time passes and the crazy are still crazy and we fucking survive

you.