Frosty da snowman
Bluelighter
It's been a while since I posted oe even lurked, but here we go. I think the title on this might change
It’s one of those 1979, 78, or 85 moments
It’s a year pick it, love it, hate it, this is your reality
You wake up in a beer fog, last night haze
Dreams, Muslims, and Buddhists at your back
A shot of JD and a smoke as you hit your alarm clock
You call this morning, others mid-afternoon
It’s all the same
Another day
Another night
Another Victorian flashback
Tapping your pack
Tapping you boots
Lacing your docs
Militant OCD
Morning ritual Kubrick style
FULL LEATHER JACKET
Shaded and marching
Marching in the California sun
Pale trees, false smiles, and a fucking health craze
The most plastic place on earth
Headed for sanctuary
Mediation and control
You start the car
Violence and chaos at your fingertips
You merge into traffic
daydreams at 90
a soundtrack of whatever
16 minutes of bliss before disaster
a crescendo
a tragic, majestic second of ecstasy before work
one last inhalation of sanity
and you step into corporate inanities
cubicles
a cubed world
a maze of diluted dreams
a well lit double stacked hallway
of former people
you find your shelf
your niche
your pencil, your ruler, your pen, keyboard and screen
everything you’d need to re-write the American dream
and then it ends
the nightmare of thought
the black light abyss of individuality
you become a number
sequenced, processed, and memoed
this is 2001
It’s one of those 1979, 78, or 85 moments
It’s a year pick it, love it, hate it, this is your reality
You wake up in a beer fog, last night haze
Dreams, Muslims, and Buddhists at your back
A shot of JD and a smoke as you hit your alarm clock
You call this morning, others mid-afternoon
It’s all the same
Another day
Another night
Another Victorian flashback
Tapping your pack
Tapping you boots
Lacing your docs
Militant OCD
Morning ritual Kubrick style
FULL LEATHER JACKET
Shaded and marching
Marching in the California sun
Pale trees, false smiles, and a fucking health craze
The most plastic place on earth
Headed for sanctuary
Mediation and control
You start the car
Violence and chaos at your fingertips
You merge into traffic
daydreams at 90
a soundtrack of whatever
16 minutes of bliss before disaster
a crescendo
a tragic, majestic second of ecstasy before work
one last inhalation of sanity
and you step into corporate inanities
cubicles
a cubed world
a maze of diluted dreams
a well lit double stacked hallway
of former people
you find your shelf
your niche
your pencil, your ruler, your pen, keyboard and screen
everything you’d need to re-write the American dream
and then it ends
the nightmare of thought
the black light abyss of individuality
you become a number
sequenced, processed, and memoed
this is 2001
