Go Retro Digital

Keep the pressure on, take it to the end. Condition, condition, condition.  For the seasons ahead.  This is normal now.  We have slipped, the slope does not forgive.

Do less, be less, have less, want less.  More is not better anymore, more is worse, more is immoral, evidently.  Abundance is awful to the scummy moral tyrants, wrapping themselves in false righteousness.  They cannot withstand light, they will end.  Walking dust.

Tune it out, go retro digital.  Like the punks, stick it to the robots.  Make them work it, make them pop it, make them do the human dance.  The moonwalks and spinners, the ballrooms and bordellos, the discos and studios, the cardios and radios.  They are artificial.

Loosen Up The Tundra

 

It all seems nonsense.  Almost all, but even if you see it or hear or read it, it might not have occurred, or might have.  Like nonsense, chasing tails, our own and others.  Say what and when and why and how.  And where.

These podium pill pushers are on mute now, their moose is running in sticky globs down their sunken cheeks.  They are yanker suckers, in the literal and figurative.  They are skeltons of cold meat, they have cold blood, cold brains, cold shoulders, cold souls.  Let them sulk in global warming, let them melt slowly, warm up the electric heat lamps, loosen up the tundra.  Let's play in the mud.

All the while, the people party keeps the party alive.  Living, laughing, learning, loving, they know it's a scam, and a sham, and a shame, they're just trying to make it through.  Nothing wrong with that, time is clicking and ticking and tocking and clocking.  Hope and worry is pointless.  Shouting '22, '22, all is fine in '22, like time doesn't even matter, it all seems nonsense.

Raise The Glass Of Gratitude

Must go away for 40 days.
Find my mind in the desert haze.
Raise the glass of gratitude.
Thank you thank you thank you too.

Now I'm gone on my own way.
Finish this up with some final pay.
Clear my head and clear my mood.
Decide my reasons and speak the truth.

One day a ways away from here.
When my mind and my moods are cleared.
I'll find the answer that I'm looking for.
Prolly come walking through an open door.

Must go away for 40 days.
Find my mind in the desert haze.
Raise the glass of gratitude.
Thank you thank you thank you too.

GGDG
CCGC
GGDC
GCDG

Ruined By Thinking

The minions took another cannonball, but nothing important got hit.  The high road has so many advantages.  Cruise on through.  Make a peace sign, victory and death.  Real adults are usually distracted by dollars and cents.

Take it to the end, keep showing up, til you show up no longer.  Levity cannot be measured, only felt.  No canned laughter, that's gone on long enough.  Bust your side, wheeze, lose your breath, cackle out loud, snort.  Hysterical and long, don't stop, can't stop.

There are other things, different angles, alternative options, greener pastures.  Opinions come in all forms, most are ruined by thinking.  Pointless conclusions of minor importance, of minor consequence.  Take it like a human, man!  Bleed.

Low Cool

That one came in hot, low cool, a myth buster.  Someone gets a pat on the back for ruthlessness.  Admirable, in a way.  Regardless of behavioral class, despite the awkwardness, when want and can collide.  It is what it is, and isn't what it isn't too.

Social studies of predetermined ethics and lack of evolution.  Decay of humanity, the dwindling of character, the loss of trust.  It's not needed anymore, it's definitely not wanted.  Drift away, catch the audio waves, the ocean waves, the love waves, in Hi-Fi. In some stereo.

Keep it level, keep it steady, 'til the harbour is cleared.  'Til we get past the bay.  Figure out will arrive, be tuned, be open.  Create habits and systems and processes.  Peticulate, obsess.
  

Perhaps Sade Tonight

No need for looking, or talking.  Or even hearing.  We can all do that later in our other world.  Made to order, the goggles are financed like cars.  You pay for what you get, six sense versions are six figures minimum.

Other world real estate, everyone wants a plot, lots of rentals.  Eat the Gatesloaf or the Zuckmuck, tastes like filet mignon, sitting in a snazzy rooftop restaurant.  Some live music in the corner, perhaps Sade tonight.  10 bucks an hour.  Digital odor circuits, everything smells perfect, hints of every season and spice.

Worlds should balance out, the other and the real.  Synchronized, integrated, leveraged, your life should be enhanced.  One day we'll have an eternity pill, you won't actually live forever, it will just seem that way.  A mind trick is all, a program.  Angels of scientific fiction.

Techno King

 

CF

That's right he said he was techno king.
Made it official and everything.
Said he didn't need to be no Chief.
That's a made up thing, means nothing.

Take your shares, make em all cash.
Keep em away from your crypto stash.
Building his place in the Texas heart.
Near Austin where the armadillos are.

CAmx3

FC

Techno King on the mic.
Wizard of the techno night.
Go to the moon, hell, go to Mars.
We'll all be driving those electric cars.

Government built on debt and grease.
Got nothing to win by keeping the peace.
Stir up the people, get em all mad.
Fighting each other while the bribes are passed.