everything

everything outside the head is background noise...

tv tv la la la la tv

what's that song?... roly poly something... earthworms... also something else... fishheads... yeah, dr demento... and tv, of course, tv to keep the mind distracted from the sleep it craves cuz there's the illusion of sharing on the screen, in the ears, in the eyes, in the mind...

how about you? :}

telemadness

instead of sleeping, yes, the sandman is at the door of my head and no, i can't always sleep through work tomorrow, but i do love the song that is clearly a craving for nocturnal sharing and that is me...

so craig continues and i close my eyes (only for a moment then the moment's gone)...

suc suk fuc fuk cluc cluk

sex everywhere, nearly naked people smiling knowingly, you know, knowingly, and all the maturity is nothing but repression, righteous death of the senses, as if that's a good thing... maybe some delusion of a life after death in some skybox is enough for most everybody else (or so they've like us to believe, dumb hypocrits, as if they aren't naked in their lies), but i'll take the sex (but which scantilly clad nubile toned body is not just teasing, liars all) and sensory pleasure in this life cuz why else be alive... you don't want to enjoy the physical, just die and get wherever it is you think you're going...

stop being background noise in your own life...