HEY WANNA GO ON AN EXPIRATION DATE
now you see it, now you NEVER DID. deja-vu is worker rebellion, downtrodden neurotransmitter tired of hearing you're-fired starts an uprising & hey haven't we been here before? HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN IN THIS LOOP. around every corner the same thing. beginning to disbelieve in corners, & geometry. fortunately i've still got my faith in the almighty dollar or else, like, something bad could take place [bad things never LEAVE places, understand--they only take them] & at my show on friday i was given a hundred dollar bill in exchange for a tacky red boa that the buyer then left at the theater, consumed by delusions of grandeur & Other People's Cash, with all its rows of busy razor teeth
it's a constant state of affairs the inside of my head feels like a nuclear test site let's explode everywhere let GOD clean it up we have, things to do, somewhere. don't blink don't sleep, what do you do. actually that's a damn fine question i'd love to sit here & answer it but i have appointments to miss, identities to confuse, dude i'm superman where's my fucking phonebooth. oh i forgot this is broadway there's someone smoking crack in my fucking phonebooth, i'll take a raincheck actually i'll just take the check & get the fuck out of here before they lock the door. as the bolt slides across the aperture i slide under the door unnoticed & unrepentant. lather, rinse, deplete. what AREN'T you doing with your life? pop quizzes not questions, yes i'll take hot steaming junkie soup for $1000, & the answer here is a daily double!!!
& for my next trick i'll make your resolve disappear. every weekend needs to be like the last, played three shows in three nights wandered into an unexpected utopia mine was massively amused by groupies or attempts-at-being-groupies THE FOUNTAIN OF BAD IDEAS IS ALIVE IT'S FUCKING ALIVE!! i mean. if you know where to look. & where not to. no logic behind my behavior ever, planning a big important Secret involving eyes in the back of my head, because if it's not broken, BREAK IT. said the blood vessel to the brain. interior chatter pitter patter of little feet down the wrong path, don't say i didn't warn you