My words.
Mindlessly indulging in life’s simple pleasure…. Coffee and Cigarettes. Simple yet highly addictive and stimulating. Inspirations to the mind and body, changing its appearance and its chemistry. Like a drug.
The inspiration hasn’t been there in years. I’m wondering if it will ever come back. Perhaps my unstable mind frightened it away. Then again, it was my unstable mind that put the pen to the paper. Perhaps I’ve lost my edge in a flurry of coffee and cigarettes.
It’s my subconscious mind that I worry about. I can’t hear it anymore. It leaked out in an acid frenzy - fertilizing the ground beneath my feet. Or was it really there at all? I’ll never know.
It’s come back. I’ve found my muse and motivation, and as I found it, I discovered that I was a very angry little girl. A drugstore cowgirl. Dry clean only on a spin cycle, here are my words.
Point and click to view it all, yet never see it completely. Search for the truth and end up at a dead end. Achieve the right answers to the wrong questions and bend the fucking spoon. Reality, my friend, is lost. Electronic gadgets has turned it all into trivial pieces of data, lost in a whirlwind of ring tones and faceplates. Upgrade your plan for more useless bullshit and end up like everyone else - too much bullshit.
We’ve lost our personal touch through wires. Music no longer exists in pure form. The drugs we danced with are now laden with chemicals and burdened with prescription labels. Take 4 of these and call me when you wake up. If you wake up. WAKE UP. Open your eyes to see the way. The war that has forced a generation out of truth and prosperity. Everyone flies a flag to follow a trend (and with that, the fucking 80s are back). Our proud young soldiers are lost to a trend of ignorance.
Ignorance has never been bliss - just fucking stupidity. Stupidity delivered hot and fresh to your door - buy one get one free, all we need is your ignorance. Some restrictions may apply.
Caution: some contents may be hot as you spill your Starbucks into your lap. Supersize everything, yet get the smallest possible. What the fuck is wrong with people? Martha Stewart is rotting in jail and our snack food fiending boy child president is still torturing for oil. PEOPLE OPEN YOUR EYES. You don’t see what You are letting happen. It’s all your fault.
Your fashion labels and media frenzies of child molesting pop stars and youth raping celebrities is too much. Redundant, yes. Intelligent, no. You have lost a generation to who is who and airing the reality of it on prime time cable.
Reality.
Fucking reality
Don’t you realize that you’ve lost it all to fucking trends and ignorance? Browse and search everything right in front of you and find what you are looking for. Take the pill, bend the goddamned spoon, be borne again and open your fucking eyes.
Your blind mentalities hold the key to your debit card. Swipe and sign an entire generation away (and you wonder why the 80s came back)
(kinda snuck up on you didn’t it?)
Alice took the leap, she followed the rabbit. She munched on a shroom and transcended reality. Peter Pan stayed a child and we found Nemo. Dave Chapelle said it all and Cartman let it go. War is on, Gas is up, and the information fucked up our flow. Terrorism sits first class and honorable mentality is beyond being low.
We missed a step.
We missed a step in the ongoing process of life. I look around, drowning in billboards and advertisements for products that will only ruin you in the end- and try to find a reality. Lost in a sea of neon, I find it very hopeless. It’s lost in a field of palm pilots and camera phones. Take a picture while making a call and schedule your lifeless life - all at once. Is it really worth it?
In a do-it-yourself world, everything is fucked. Your wallet is full with business cards of services you’ll never use. Diet fiends and nutrition fads, no wonder the Olsen Twin won’t eat. 12 step plans to help you cope. 12 step plans to cure. 12 step classes to lose weight, starve yourself, eat healthy, dance, sing, and write a play, all in one. Reserve a place for yourself now, while supplies last. Call in the next 10 minutes and you’ll be even more pathetic than you could have been 10 minutes later.
Skin sticking to a leather interior of an automobile that chokes our air. Learn to park jackass. Fucking ice caps are melting while you are supersizing and reading the headlines of war. A war that you caused. Men misplacing heads in the pockets of a greedy American and at the heart of it all - a puddle of lazy self indulgence.
Sip your latte and wait for the floods - they are coming - and in my reality - you can’t swim.
Word dawg.
The inspiration hasn’t been there in years. I’m wondering if it will ever come back. Perhaps my unstable mind frightened it away. Then again, it was my unstable mind that put the pen to the paper. Perhaps I’ve lost my edge in a flurry of coffee and cigarettes.
It’s my subconscious mind that I worry about. I can’t hear it anymore. It leaked out in an acid frenzy - fertilizing the ground beneath my feet. Or was it really there at all? I’ll never know.
It’s come back. I’ve found my muse and motivation, and as I found it, I discovered that I was a very angry little girl. A drugstore cowgirl. Dry clean only on a spin cycle, here are my words.
Point and click to view it all, yet never see it completely. Search for the truth and end up at a dead end. Achieve the right answers to the wrong questions and bend the fucking spoon. Reality, my friend, is lost. Electronic gadgets has turned it all into trivial pieces of data, lost in a whirlwind of ring tones and faceplates. Upgrade your plan for more useless bullshit and end up like everyone else - too much bullshit.
We’ve lost our personal touch through wires. Music no longer exists in pure form. The drugs we danced with are now laden with chemicals and burdened with prescription labels. Take 4 of these and call me when you wake up. If you wake up. WAKE UP. Open your eyes to see the way. The war that has forced a generation out of truth and prosperity. Everyone flies a flag to follow a trend (and with that, the fucking 80s are back). Our proud young soldiers are lost to a trend of ignorance.
Ignorance has never been bliss - just fucking stupidity. Stupidity delivered hot and fresh to your door - buy one get one free, all we need is your ignorance. Some restrictions may apply.
Caution: some contents may be hot as you spill your Starbucks into your lap. Supersize everything, yet get the smallest possible. What the fuck is wrong with people? Martha Stewart is rotting in jail and our snack food fiending boy child president is still torturing for oil. PEOPLE OPEN YOUR EYES. You don’t see what You are letting happen. It’s all your fault.
Your fashion labels and media frenzies of child molesting pop stars and youth raping celebrities is too much. Redundant, yes. Intelligent, no. You have lost a generation to who is who and airing the reality of it on prime time cable.
Reality.
Fucking reality
Don’t you realize that you’ve lost it all to fucking trends and ignorance? Browse and search everything right in front of you and find what you are looking for. Take the pill, bend the goddamned spoon, be borne again and open your fucking eyes.
Your blind mentalities hold the key to your debit card. Swipe and sign an entire generation away (and you wonder why the 80s came back)
(kinda snuck up on you didn’t it?)
Alice took the leap, she followed the rabbit. She munched on a shroom and transcended reality. Peter Pan stayed a child and we found Nemo. Dave Chapelle said it all and Cartman let it go. War is on, Gas is up, and the information fucked up our flow. Terrorism sits first class and honorable mentality is beyond being low.
We missed a step.
We missed a step in the ongoing process of life. I look around, drowning in billboards and advertisements for products that will only ruin you in the end- and try to find a reality. Lost in a sea of neon, I find it very hopeless. It’s lost in a field of palm pilots and camera phones. Take a picture while making a call and schedule your lifeless life - all at once. Is it really worth it?
In a do-it-yourself world, everything is fucked. Your wallet is full with business cards of services you’ll never use. Diet fiends and nutrition fads, no wonder the Olsen Twin won’t eat. 12 step plans to help you cope. 12 step plans to cure. 12 step classes to lose weight, starve yourself, eat healthy, dance, sing, and write a play, all in one. Reserve a place for yourself now, while supplies last. Call in the next 10 minutes and you’ll be even more pathetic than you could have been 10 minutes later.
Skin sticking to a leather interior of an automobile that chokes our air. Learn to park jackass. Fucking ice caps are melting while you are supersizing and reading the headlines of war. A war that you caused. Men misplacing heads in the pockets of a greedy American and at the heart of it all - a puddle of lazy self indulgence.
Sip your latte and wait for the floods - they are coming - and in my reality - you can’t swim.
Word dawg.