Ignore, Retry, Fail -- Y/N?
Memories in human brains have no off. Or reset. Try a happy pill. Try a sedative. Try a laxative. A long drawn-out note played on a smooth jazz station -- all sizzle and no steak. I'm the sincere voice telling you it's great. Don't say anything insensitive about the humanoid aliens, because we're all people sharing the same universe. New and improved flavour -- disregard the thiamine hydrochloride. And 0, 5, 5, 7, 1, 2, 1, 0, 0, 1, 4, 2. And the fact that you don't even know what those mean. Trust the machine, and the unseen fingers with their unseen callouses from unknown places and races all ground up and processed down into your breakfast cereal. Now 50% more candier. More marshmallowier. And supposably more juicier. (And everyone says "I could care less", which too is meaningless.)
If you quit you're just giving up. Don't turn off, turn down, tune out. Imagine what you'd miss. Never ask a question you don't know the answer to. A bullet in the guts, and you can watch it's trajectory. That's t-r-a-j-e-c-t-o-r-y. The place is clean from clues, but wait for the confession to follow the fourth ad break. Like a breaking news story that broke some time last week. You just need five uranium pills to power your house for a year. How many pills for how many houses for how many years? And what do you do with them when they're done? Wanna know? Stay tuned for the next breaking story...
Don't you long for a simpler, better time? Now you can have it with a brand new flatscreen, widescreen LCD TV. It's brighter than your dull reality. And wider too. Let's see, a brow lift, tummy tuck, tooth veneers, breast implants, full-body liposuction. This show sponsored by Scalpel and Syringe, brand names for high-quality self-delusion. Watch now as she spins on a record player -- her own seductive soundtrack and male-gaze fixation. We'd go almost as far as saying how she's fully ****able, but this is a family station. Edgy humour is funny until it's replaced by edgier humour. But haven't I heard that laugh track before?
If you quit you're just giving up. Don't turn off, turn down, tune out. Imagine what you'd miss. Never ask a question you don't know the answer to. A bullet in the guts, and you can watch it's trajectory. That's t-r-a-j-e-c-t-o-r-y. The place is clean from clues, but wait for the confession to follow the fourth ad break. Like a breaking news story that broke some time last week. You just need five uranium pills to power your house for a year. How many pills for how many houses for how many years? And what do you do with them when they're done? Wanna know? Stay tuned for the next breaking story...
Don't you long for a simpler, better time? Now you can have it with a brand new flatscreen, widescreen LCD TV. It's brighter than your dull reality. And wider too. Let's see, a brow lift, tummy tuck, tooth veneers, breast implants, full-body liposuction. This show sponsored by Scalpel and Syringe, brand names for high-quality self-delusion. Watch now as she spins on a record player -- her own seductive soundtrack and male-gaze fixation. We'd go almost as far as saying how she's fully ****able, but this is a family station. Edgy humour is funny until it's replaced by edgier humour. But haven't I heard that laugh track before?
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2 Comments:
The last two paragraphs especially reminded me of this Tom Waits song. Listen to the words, try to ignore the Matrix clips. It's one of my favourites, one of Tom's funniest songs.
the name is Step Right Up
http://youtube.com/watch?v=TBCs36Wf3Tg
I tried to get into Tom Waits before, but somehow he and I never connected.
Well that's all changed now.
Now I've got to go get some of his music through more official channels. ;-)
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