2016-11-25 - 10:39 p.m.
Rolling around in the bushes out there is more interesting than this tepid movie. What did you say? Oh it won some academy awards? For best actor? For best sound track? Noise, noise, noise. And so I drifted to what little is left of the uncontrolled spaces. Places with weird waves Where the shore looks strange. A return to all things feel and the amniotic umbilical, with a little gambling thrown in. Despair not my friend! These lumps still might turn and jack up suddenly without notice and the possibilities for drowning are endless! After going through the washing machine I was pushed down And then pushed down some more It was fun, then terrifying, and then exhilarating and like Wittgenstein, I asked for a first class ticket to the front lines just to see if goodnight moon was possible. I turned from an anarchist into a raging capitalist just as Bill the registered therapist had predicted 15 years ago. I didn't believe him then, but time has a way of eroding principles. Or at least that was what I was expecting from inchoate states Back when I had a voice And would yell And draw firm lines in the punk music. But alas, I can still elate and emote in the minimal left in the unpredictable. Or in the residual non-claimed spaces where a lack of prediction contains such delightful possibilities. I was an exceptionally stupid computer and an even worse animal. But because I can still breathe I will make NOise, Noise, NOISE!
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