Past all of the whirring machines that send their probing lights to circle my head, Around and Around, until I can’t stand it, I feel like the arcade boxing game is mocking me, it’s asking me to punch harder but I can’t and I’ve started to anthropomorphize this game and I don’t want to hurt it, I want to escape into the deep jungle beats of Richard David James that seem to eminate from the center of the mirror maze, I just want to run and sweat and bleed and explode, scatter across all of you at the fair just having a pleasant evening and a piece of me will float up to the top car on the ferris wheel and make you, yes, you, sneeze a deep hard sneeze that shakes you to the core and you’ll think of your childhood romance and the Place That You First Found God.
Go make something Real.
Look how they massacred my boy (democracy).
“This is a [wordsfromdrew shirt]. And for me it’s a symbol of my individuality, and my personal freedom.”
St. Martin’s Church, New Delhi, India.
The two girls in bedazzled hats who make mixed drinks in various places are the Greek muses incarnate.
I had a dream that the Pirate Bay was alive and well and when I downloaded a Songs: Ohia album I was transported (sucked into the computer Cronenberg-esque style) to a grassy plain and there were two men in a duel and I was both of them and the sun was setting and when they turned they just stared at each other instead of shooting and I started shouting: shoot, you fools! shoot!
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