dirtyages-blog - Tumblr blog

dirtyages-blog · 7 years ago

Text

Announcement to Humanity

TrashOpera

Garbatising breaks

Stop Motion Animation

Junk News

Hello folks

My name is Trashenberg

Let me talk!

Human population

In internet,

I declare invasion

Of Cockrats,

We’re babies of genetic mutation

Which will survive generations

After you’re dead!

Our environment

Is pollution!

As current requirement

Of evolution!

New era is engaging

Coming

“Dirty Ages”

Gazillions years ago,

Climate change

Wiped to oblivion dinosaurs

And shifted history stage,

Do you think

It never happens again?

When humans extinct,

Cockrats are going to reign!

Lust of man to consume

Has gone beyond measure,

Soon you all will be doomed

Chasing after the pleasure,

Waste is produced

In enormous proportion

Flows from surface

To Pollutic Ocean,

You call it Pacific,

But I wanna be more scientific.

Wave after wave

It finds destination

In Dumphattan bay -

Cradle of civilization,

Here around pieces

Of trash

Origin of our species

Have splashed:

Cockroach and rat

Escaped from the lab

Were washed ashore

To floating land,

Here radiation

Ignited mutation

Of newborn creation:

Cockrats!

Driven by need

To survive and strive

They started to breed

And multiply,

Colony grew up

Developed garbiculture <agriculture>

Our leader claimed on top

Of the social structure,

With help of device

To control our brain,

Streaming in mind

Radio wave

Which resonate

With garbage he says!

{Electrical signal hits transmitter on the head, the voice starts delivering religious propaganda styled into infomercial from 80th and religious ceremony}

Cockrats tune in

To brain-polluting machine

Clear mind is cardinal sin

In congregation of our regime!

On air is Dictatorat

Attention to my voice

Its navigating at

Daily chaos of choice!

Every decision

Is difficult thing:

Electro-conditioning -

No need to think.

I’m giving speech

Of rotten veracity

To fill up with garbage

Mental capacity:

Follow rotation

Of trashen trends < Catalogue spins >

To focus attention

In other direction

While I manufacture consent!

Im puppeteer

Of pleasure and fear

I’m entertainer

Of stinky newsreel,

Hiding behind

Dirty surprises

Open your mind

To Garbatising

{Trashenberg}

Wow trashatastic!

Started at last!

Worship of plastic

Rubbish and dust!

It is my guide

Into spiritual,

Goes day and night

Like holy ritual,

Its is uplifting,

Trustworthy, hypnotic

And simply addictive

Like heavy narcotic

https://youtu.be/e9dZQelULDk

{Dictatorat}

Dirty followers and fans,

My polluted nation!

I put you in religious trans

With tale of salvation:

I’ll point the course

To win in the game

And open the doors

To rapture and fame,

Get filthy rich

Have wasty lifestyle <wealthy>

Your only need

Is big garbage pile!

Worship fallout

As manna from heaven,

And scavenge around

24/7,

Starry-eyed hope

For better days,

God always works

In mysterious way!

The story I told

Is utterly true

I’d never apply mind control

To take advantage of you

{Trashenberg}

I run in the maze

In Cockrat race

Foraging waste

In happiness chase

Yet garbage pile

Grows very slow

I’m really tired

I cant carry on,

I look in the sky

But tower of junk

Clouds my eyes

From enjoying the sun,

Who’s is it?

Dictatorat!

To such extent

How did he erect?

I wanna ponder

Another time,

Now have to run

To toil in mine.

I can not afford

To lose competition

Or miss any word

Of Garbatising transmission!

Maybe I’ll see you

Farewell,

Oh, one last thing

I wanna tell:

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Masterpiece Of Trash (@dirtyages) on May 2, 2018 at 10:06am PDT

0 notes

dirtyages-blog · 7 years ago

Text

TrashOpera and break for Garbatising

{Soliloquy of Ludovico Trashenberg, ordinary member of Cockrats colony}

From dust we are born

To dust shall return

Journey of life

Awaits final turn,

In cosmic timeline

Its as brief as a flash

So I better rush

Raising pile of trash!

Competition for waste <wealth>

Is ultimate drive

At dirty-age phase

Of evolution of life,

It justifies

Any means to an end:

Hypocrisy, lies,

Harm to environment.

More garbage we get

More happy we’ve got

It’s as evident fact

As existence of God,

Countless piles

Are everywhere

But they are not mine!

Why fate is unfair?

I have intention

To reach success

I’d sell soul to Satan

Along the path

I never question

The direction I steer,

I follow the revelation

Of sacred voice which i hear

{Ludovico’s antennas start perceiving electric signal conveying speech}

Cocorats tune in!

To brain-polluting machine,

Clear mind is cardinal sin

In congregation of dirty regime,

Let ceremony of media stream

Into transmitters begin!

{STANDING OVATION burst as background noise of broadcast}

Flow of junk information

Is filling up your head

With simple explanations

Of difficult questions you have,

It carries conventional wisdom

About everything

Liberating from stress of decisions

And heavy effort to think,

Worries, doubts and pain

Will fade away

While you are entertained

By fairy tale,

We keep tradition

From ancestors in past

To bow in submission

To broadcast

Everything you should know

Comes from media net

Welcome to

Holy Propaganda Show

I’m your host Dictatorat

{Again STANDING OVATION, they rise and fade permanently during further broadcast, sometime other emotion appear resembling sitcom style}

Nature of Cocorat

Is trash pursuit instinct,

Clean environment is threat

To become extinct,

Long time ago,

Writes divine constitution,

God blessed this world

With global pollution!

Than our spices

Appeared for mission

To errect Trashopolis city

In these perfect conditions.

Prophets obtained

Derelict map

Which led the way

To island of dump,

Here God proclaimed

“Be junkful and multiply <fruitful>

You are going to reign

Over garbage you occupy!

Drag as much as you can

To this holy spot

To represent

Your love of God!

I’m gona rest

I’m already exhausted

But divine interest

Will be reinforced,

I put in charge government

To control the lab

Of sacred experiment

Which i set up,

Better comply

With righteous behavior

Providence eye

Maintains surveillance,

You are conditioned

To feel reward

When electric stimulation

Convey word of God!

Dictatorat

Will give proclamation

On my behalf

Standing Ovation!

Sermon today

Is going to preach

Virtues way

To get filthy rich!

There are in the wilderness

Treasures of waste

They wait hunter-gatherers

Of Tresheism faith!

Hurry up and move on

Into adventure

Bankorats bestow loan

To make trip arrangements,

Sail across

Pollutic Ocean

Avoding predators

With extreme caution,

Walk through the beach

Of the coursed land

Where’s no more garbage

Just palm trees and sand,

Follow the sign

Showing the course

Directly to mines

Of trecious resource,

Start digging and grab

As much as you can

After come back

Again and again

At the wild dumpster

Remember to pray

There are many monsters

Along the way

Countless scavengers

Have fallen on dirty alley

Carrying garbage

From the junk valley,

Dangers and troubles

Of Odyssey

Are nothing compared

To wealth you’ll receive

When you arrive

To Treshopolis border

Hardly alive

With post traumatic disorder,

Count the profit

You completed ordeal

After you settle

Bankorats dial.

{SIGN: Dirty Business District}

{Cocorats have to return the loan + interest to Bankorats, after this transaction is done they are left almost with nothing}

{Cocorat#1}

In Cocorat race

I compete and compete

But cant satisfy my ambition and greed

{Cocorat#2}

Life in Treshopolis is hard and unfair

I’m approaching edge of despair

{Cocorat#3}

I’m getting tired and sick

My pile is too humble to invite chick

{Dictatorat keep delivering proclamation}

Misery is essential

Part of this world

I offer salvation

To those who reach God

I have a dream

This dream

Is deeply rooted

In Trashopolis dream,

That one day

We’ll retire

From heavy working routine,

And go for vocation

To infinite amusement park

For eternal duration

And not coming back!

Various rides

Are everywhere you can see

Without lines

And entrance is free!

We are gona waste

Time just for leisure

On garbage surface

Too large to measure,

Gratification and pleasure

Are permanent at this place,

Im evidently talking about

The promise land

Which is above on the cloud

Heaven-Paradump!

I envision the day

When suffering stop

Once we build stairway

To climb on top,

And encounter God

On the gate

If you are Cocorat

Who wants the admission

You must work hard

On construction mission

Only dirty labour

Is pass to get in

Lord our slaver

Denies those who stay clean!

I roar to call

Each Cocorat

With impure soul

And sewage in blood,

Your saint obligation

To join building process

And give for donation

All garbage which you posses,

Your great sacrifice

Is gona be justified

As soon as we rise

Pile of trash to the sky!

Follow what you’re told

Because the story is true

We would never use mind control

To take advantage of you.

Holy Propaganda Show

Finishes this episode

Return to slavery work

In the name of God

{Standing Ovation}

{Cocorat#1 in the street}

Similar story

Plays everyday

I start to worry

If we ever complete stairway

{Cocorat#2 replies}

It waits as ahead

You must believe

Dictatorat

Wouldn’t deceive,

You better trust

His prophesy

Or get accused

In clear views heresy

{Cocorat#1}

Yes you are right

I concluded in rush,

Somewhere hides

Pure souls sabotage!

What’s your esteem

How long is delay?

{Cocorat#2}

Just follow routine

God works in mysterious way!

Why do you always think

If there is nothing you know?

Answers on everything

Are in Holy Propaganda Show

While it entertain <us>

All problems are gone

Finish complain

And turn it on!

{Cocorat#1}

Again, you are right!

I’ll ignore contradictions

And let holy scriptures

To be my guide!

Life is complex

Why analyze?

If I can relax

And get hypnotized,

I’ll mindlessly flow

In media feed

And play humble role

In class pyramid,

While noble elite

Take care of my need!

They are entitled

To fruits of my labour

But I should be grateful

For crumbs from their table

{Cocorat#2}

I have explanation

For this situation

Poor will be first

In the line for salvation

{Both look at each other bewildered / dazed and confused, alike they are satisfied with this explanation, but its obviously something is wrong with it, but they can’t admit it to themselves}

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Masterpiece Of Trash (@dirtyages) on Jul 29, 2018 at 12:32pm PDT

1 note · View note