Post by artolmaeus on May 22, 2022 21:33:58 GMT -6
have your head out the window, even if it gets ripped off by a mailbox, it is all junkmail, hammer a nail, build something, dance, with yourself, with someone else, just dance, like Ellen Degeneres(I love her little dancy dance)...I mean, what the fuck am I, if I am anything, a name a label or a shit shoveler in a stable, introductions and abductions, crimes, man, getting away with it is always more sexy somehow, and how we get to be safe, and we get to think sound.....we stop being verbs and settle in as nouns. I remember when I was a verb, and it was electric, oh shit yeah....all this conformity, all this suppression, I even hate compression pedals(and I own four of the damned things)but you just don't get all the analog frequencies and the feedback and it sounds so much more pocketable, so I play lead guitar on a harmonica and use my guitar as a backup singer(there's technology for that) but I have not been on a stage or a studio, seriously since 1993, and though, I have nothing new, nothing to really invoke much, I have something for me, something from me that I need....no, maybe not you, just to see how fucking far it can all go, I mean, maybe you are not tired of all this shit, so why stir....it is not like it is some natural assed peanut butter with the oil all over the top.....screw it, drink all that oil, ooooh, with some bourbon, just a tad....learn codes, I would not know why a.i. is already far past what we can imagine it is, and soon, well, you can strap on a helmet and be in a "virtual" world, where already, so many corporations have already paid billions for the real estate and there, some sexy something you walk past, will be drinking some bullshit brand something, and well, you can too.......you can too....Goddamnit, it want to break something, hymens are so yesterday, records and all that, whatever, maybe, I want to break me, and weld it all back together with gold, but that, too, is rather assinine, maybe some turquoise though, hard to melt that shit, might get more obsidian, it might all be black, but let the colors come back, all the spectrum, it is all going to fade.....rage rage all you want against the dying of the light....maybe just run into the sun, into a windmill, a Dulcinea, a Desdimona, and Iago or Thibault, something good fellow...it is all going to go ole sport, maybe now is the right time to be your own Gatsby or Garfield or Bill the Cat or Elon Musk, it is all possible, but, only possible if you step....and I have forgotten how to step or two step, you cannot leave if you don't go, or arrive if you don't leave, or be if you are only still, stretch, stretch or be in the stench, outside of the room, the rooms, houses were once open fields, or grassy knolls or forests before the cows and the cowbell tolls. I got two feet, both in honey, I am both serious, and damnit, sometimes, still funny.
