<incongruous mental wobbling muse>
Yo mush heads!
listen up
to the wisdom of years:
*pause*
the whole truth always has a flip side
a darkside
loomin'
this thoughtful word play...
bond
that I'll now pass on to you.
*raises and opens right hand to offer...*
--The Straight Dope---
*lowers eyes to floor*
a baton on fire
in a conscious race to the endtime
*pause*
*looks up to implore*
the fast lane be wack sometimes
excess of bliss
really just
a slow twirl down the drain
to the beat
of mechanical rythyms
with a virtual bit of refined
sugar
and a silly string silver lining
cut
and spread on top
*head wobble*
A vanilla cake with black icing in a smoke filled room
*casts eyes down*
even when your gray space becomes a garbage bin
thirsty for an edible sunshine substitute
sold in back corners
*looks back up and around*
you smile and dance like a self medicated 'tard
and insist that it is all good
Your eyes sparkle
...dilated wide
and seem to say:
"I am a candle burning at both ends...
watch me spin and laugh!"
*spins and laughs*
"watch me skip and play!"
*skips in place, arms flailing to an invisible beat*
"...reveling in my own now time!"
*looks down and pauses*
Then you down another pill
or
another line
and the veneer across your face thickens
*smiles a wide smirk with a persed lower lip*
even when you are really up shit creek
*turns around*
sittin' backward
*sits down*
on a hourse with no saddle.
*talks with head down to floor*
those voices from god
your inner workings
an 8-tracked loop
delusions of grandeur
a neurochemical imbalance
washing over you in the dark wee hours
a down down time
brought on by eating pills
like a compulsive grade schooler with a freshly loaded pezz dispencer
*stands up and faces stage front yet again*
No No No...
you front
my head is alright!
*raises hands and smirks wide*
like hey man...
*closes eyes and wobbles head while projecting each sylable outward*
those dopamine and seretonin receptors will return sometime....
come spring...maybe
*wobble wobble*
like those flower bulbs my mom left in the garden out back "
*turns head down and pauses*
*looks up sober and somber*
The endless summer of 88 is a farce
an artificial bliss
trudgin' along
a revamped extended remix
a dub
of good past times
rehashed and regurgitated online
into a 21st century synthetic manifesto
of gluttony
You know....
gluttony
one of the...
*in hand quotes*
deadly
...sins
*pause*
Bacchus is still a worshiped god;
these current behaviors
only an update of
an older innate pattern
a loop spun
by countless generations before
*hand quotes*
us
even before the first artificial reverb
the beat box
or the earliest analog synthesizer
*pause*
You may dislike or disagree with
the weight of my diatribe
but the truth is
It ain't nothin' new kid
You know...
hedonism has been around a long time
since before the Old World was old
shit
since like....
*head wobble*
even before the Roman Empire
absorbed the Celts and Saxons
*wobble wobble*
*drops mic' loudly on center stage and walks off stage left.
</incongruous mental wobbling muse>
Yo mush heads!
listen up
to the wisdom of years:
*pause*
the whole truth always has a flip side
a darkside
loomin'
this thoughtful word play...
bond
that I'll now pass on to you.
*raises and opens right hand to offer...*
--The Straight Dope---
*lowers eyes to floor*
a baton on fire
in a conscious race to the endtime
*pause*
*looks up to implore*
the fast lane be wack sometimes
excess of bliss
really just
a slow twirl down the drain
to the beat
of mechanical rythyms
with a virtual bit of refined
sugar
and a silly string silver lining
cut
and spread on top
*head wobble*
A vanilla cake with black icing in a smoke filled room
*casts eyes down*
even when your gray space becomes a garbage bin
thirsty for an edible sunshine substitute
sold in back corners
*looks back up and around*
you smile and dance like a self medicated 'tard
and insist that it is all good
Your eyes sparkle
...dilated wide
and seem to say:
"I am a candle burning at both ends...
watch me spin and laugh!"
*spins and laughs*
"watch me skip and play!"
*skips in place, arms flailing to an invisible beat*
"...reveling in my own now time!"
*looks down and pauses*
Then you down another pill
or
another line
and the veneer across your face thickens
*smiles a wide smirk with a persed lower lip*
even when you are really up shit creek
*turns around*
sittin' backward
*sits down*
on a hourse with no saddle.
*talks with head down to floor*
those voices from god
your inner workings
an 8-tracked loop
delusions of grandeur
a neurochemical imbalance
washing over you in the dark wee hours
a down down time
brought on by eating pills
like a compulsive grade schooler with a freshly loaded pezz dispencer
*stands up and faces stage front yet again*
No No No...
you front
my head is alright!
*raises hands and smirks wide*
like hey man...
*closes eyes and wobbles head while projecting each sylable outward*
those dopamine and seretonin receptors will return sometime....
come spring...maybe
*wobble wobble*
like those flower bulbs my mom left in the garden out back "
*turns head down and pauses*
*looks up sober and somber*
The endless summer of 88 is a farce
an artificial bliss
trudgin' along
a revamped extended remix
a dub
of good past times
rehashed and regurgitated online
into a 21st century synthetic manifesto
of gluttony
You know....
gluttony
one of the...
*in hand quotes*
deadly
...sins
*pause*
Bacchus is still a worshiped god;
these current behaviors
only an update of
an older innate pattern
a loop spun
by countless generations before
*hand quotes*
us
even before the first artificial reverb
the beat box
or the earliest analog synthesizer
*pause*
You may dislike or disagree with
the weight of my diatribe
but the truth is
It ain't nothin' new kid
You know...
hedonism has been around a long time
since before the Old World was old
shit
since like....
*head wobble*
even before the Roman Empire
absorbed the Celts and Saxons
*wobble wobble*
*drops mic' loudly on center stage and walks off stage left.
</incongruous mental wobbling muse>
