(POST)-ANARCHY religion

POST ANARCHY= 
While thinking of my main character (Anon-J) in GRAVITY-GREY  It's obvious Anon-J is an Anarchist, full of intense musings about the state of modern Britain, suburban Britain, boxed in houses, set the food of the TELEVISION...

an·ar·chy

 noun \ˈa-nər-kē, -ˌnär-\

: a situation of confusion and wild behavior in which the people in a country, group, organization, etc., are not controlled by rules or laws

Full Definition of ANARCHY

1

a :  absence of government

b :  a state of lawlessness or political disorder due to the absence of governmental authority

c :  a utopian society of individuals who enjoy complete freedom without government

2

a :  absence or denial of any authority or established order

b :  absence of order :  disorder <not manicured plots but a wild anarchy of nature — Israel Shenker>

J-Anon, wants a religion inside his personal anarchic wanton disregard of money, he wants to be a lover, only, he sings the society around him away from the dead, dull eyes that take in the entertainment created by a brain that isn't his, a brain that is dangerous to him, more a place called BABYLON, the one that takes life away from a soul...

RELIGIOUS ANARCHY: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian_anarchism

 At one point Jay loses his religion, he denies God to God himself, because he sees Denial of God, in God's very own home. Jay negates himself before God, but something called loss, appears just as he spits in God's face, some dark low place perhaps that brings the Emperor into J's home, the home he borrows or squats, where he disregards money and society, again, disregards everything except for the kisses of girls;

EXCERPT from GRAVITY-GREY; 

"THE POLICE APPEAR; (OR NOT) IN FRONT OF TV)

I have battle clothes on; the police don't like to suffer. I sit in looking at the pointless black. Want to put their conversations in the bin.

Have us, The Epic Empire people, or the company Bags.

I will look over and suffer the hands of the call, hands dragged on some gravel.

The resting rubbish outside on the police ground.

There, I sit with hate, and lap up the chat-show. Die marks on the eyes. Old the bottom, when hate is being automated, the bedroom stair, they too are clapping the door, looking to speak. I read a skittle on the record. There are, two dark sitcoms, like policemen, and I look to the door, round the middle.

Then, from inside, they ask the distances. Was a good merry hall, at my hours. Kicking for the question, my eyes thump. I look at sport, peeling hate eyelids that hate being on top of the television. The hate watch.

Don't face down, upon things; it takes too long, too down." 

Jay Anon is the part of me, that wanted to speak out, if only speaking alone, to myself, to an unconventional view of life, that I do seem to have to deny to myself, to stay in quiet society, safely, no mess, no fight, for PEACE...most of gravity-grey really is auto-biographical, even the parts that seem so FANTASTICAL, the  religious in me, I don't know why, when you meet a preacher in the street that you want to deny him, are you busy? angry? unbelieving?

How could you DENY, these things that are so obvious? I am in 30 different worlds, some dangerous worlds, and you are in front of the TV?

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