LGB Alliance is attacked online

1/ Thread: A hundred million weightless echoes, digital retweets of the him/hers, a vast cacophony bouncing off the walls vibrating to what? To nothing. Waves of sound falling like industrial wire on the floor, all the sound now is their clang or failure, their clattering.

2/ Their discordance. Their sharp clattering of failure. These useless sound waves, empty unanswered howls from the pack, their ratio’d angry tweets. Their obsolete lighthouses warning of rocks that were not their. Their phoney bomb hoaxes. These boys who cried wolf.

3/ You can feel the present moment slipping through their anguished digits with their anguished digital output. Their false cries of hate, their bogus protestations of exclusion, their silly lies they must now say are “widely believed” to be silly lies

4/ Angry like a Bishop in a reformation they scorn the congregation and warn them not to read the dangerous pamphlets of Protestants. Not to join the Catholic counter reformation. These conservatives with their action men and barbie dolls.

5/ These brokers of humanity as boxes to be ticked, as frozen childhood dolls who speak about the world as, like a doll, it has the nothing or it’s sex about it. These smoother overs of reality. These forces of childhood, of stomping their feet, of no consequence.

6/ These enemies of adulthood have wrought about them a great cacophony like a vast cave full of starving bats. They may find their way with sound but their sonar noise is nothing to the two women and one man bringing light to the cave.