Cosmic Mist
Bluelighter
Yeah...
SO here i am again in front of this tiny little screen in the middle of the suburban wasteland i call my home. With the little brother asleep in his cot and an empty mind full of wistful memories i'm searching for one thing, something, anything that ,might inspire me to acts of greatness...
... i want to insite a revolution through my art, paint a picture of the world as truely only i can see it. I want to know that everything within my view is not really how i perceive it. I want to know that the spiral of reality before me is nothing more than an over saturation of the senses...
... this is an adjuration!
Do something!
Someone!
Anyone?
Please? Before i crumble into a heap and loose all coherancy - before my writing collapses in upon itself and i have to think through a tube in the back of my head...
...hello?
HELLO?
HELLO?!?
Is anyone out there at all? I feel as though i have been screaming for half my life, and yet nothing ever comes of it - these screams fall on blind eyes... or was that numbed tongues? I can't even remember anymore. I feel as though i have walked a marathon in this endless cyber world, and everytime i come to my senses i'm simply back at the beginning of another crazy adventure...
... except that there's no Mystery Machine, and i'm not a talking dog...
...although sometimes i wonder, because out here i could be anyone. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Brittney and i'm awfully lonely. I'm 5'9" and a size 12D. I'm a walrus with big teeth, multicoloured iris', but best of all i can fly! I'm a wonder of science! I'm the world's first talking TV! I'm smell-o-vision! And for just one easy payment of $49.95 (per month) you too can have your own slice of a world that doesn't really exist...
Can't you hear me screaming?!? I've tapped into your neural paths and am now streaming directly to your grey matter. And how grey it is! You really should use your imagination sometime, you know? Maybe you'd learn to see things outside the little square box glowing in front of you... maybe you'd see women as blondes, red-heads, and brunnettes, instead of a mess of black hair between some legs...
... perhaps you'd see beauty in the mirror, instead of wishing for the collegen that you could get for 90% cheaper in some little south east asian country you've never heard of before...
...and even if it is too late, even if you do already have that gun planted firmly to the side of your head, you can't blame me for trying to spread the word, even if i have forgotten what it was that i really wanted to discuss anyway. Because if you've read this far then obviously my message was intended for you, and it's only now that you realise that i was right...
So stop screaming. Logout, switch off and just forget that this ever happened.
SO here i am again in front of this tiny little screen in the middle of the suburban wasteland i call my home. With the little brother asleep in his cot and an empty mind full of wistful memories i'm searching for one thing, something, anything that ,might inspire me to acts of greatness...
... i want to insite a revolution through my art, paint a picture of the world as truely only i can see it. I want to know that everything within my view is not really how i perceive it. I want to know that the spiral of reality before me is nothing more than an over saturation of the senses...
... this is an adjuration!
Do something!
Someone!
Anyone?
Please? Before i crumble into a heap and loose all coherancy - before my writing collapses in upon itself and i have to think through a tube in the back of my head...
...hello?
HELLO?
HELLO?!?
Is anyone out there at all? I feel as though i have been screaming for half my life, and yet nothing ever comes of it - these screams fall on blind eyes... or was that numbed tongues? I can't even remember anymore. I feel as though i have walked a marathon in this endless cyber world, and everytime i come to my senses i'm simply back at the beginning of another crazy adventure...
... except that there's no Mystery Machine, and i'm not a talking dog...
...although sometimes i wonder, because out here i could be anyone. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Brittney and i'm awfully lonely. I'm 5'9" and a size 12D. I'm a walrus with big teeth, multicoloured iris', but best of all i can fly! I'm a wonder of science! I'm the world's first talking TV! I'm smell-o-vision! And for just one easy payment of $49.95 (per month) you too can have your own slice of a world that doesn't really exist...
Can't you hear me screaming?!? I've tapped into your neural paths and am now streaming directly to your grey matter. And how grey it is! You really should use your imagination sometime, you know? Maybe you'd learn to see things outside the little square box glowing in front of you... maybe you'd see women as blondes, red-heads, and brunnettes, instead of a mess of black hair between some legs...
... perhaps you'd see beauty in the mirror, instead of wishing for the collegen that you could get for 90% cheaper in some little south east asian country you've never heard of before...
...and even if it is too late, even if you do already have that gun planted firmly to the side of your head, you can't blame me for trying to spread the word, even if i have forgotten what it was that i really wanted to discuss anyway. Because if you've read this far then obviously my message was intended for you, and it's only now that you realise that i was right...
So stop screaming. Logout, switch off and just forget that this ever happened.
