Or the first man in space, Yuri Gagarin, recalling that as he walked the red carpet before the Presidium of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union and a cheering crowd of thousands, he noticed that his shoelace was undone and could think of nothing else
“And the Maker despaired once again, for He had given the power of creation to his new children–and in return they had created sin.”
Dragon Age II
These are my obsessions
These are my obsessions
I am a possession
The possessed one
I will have you
Yes, I will have you
Commanded by my hands
You command my hands
Stare into you
Right deep into you
LCD on the brain
Display for my routine
Got to have you
Got to grab you
Through the days and nights
In my dreams tonight
Yes, I will have you
So industry and corporations in Canada can ask for and get away with loopholes and violations technically allowed by intervening governments like designation changes to allow for disposal for mining companies, tax loopholes to buff quarterly profits, subsidies for all manner of improvement that won’t be reflected in prices for products and services, but the people have to fight for years and years to get a break on something that has proven itself to be a benefit to society and people’s lives. Everyone complained about the telephone companies in old days and still we have the same thing happening with stifling telecoms and corporate obfuscation mingling with the the milieu of avarice and market domination. Spend so much glitter and gold for censorship and controlled streams and service. Will two tier internet come? Are we going to stay on the low rung of countries with poorer broadband? As it is I think we still are lower than most when it comes to upload speed, at a time when content is being uploaded everywhere constantly.
Maybe the Net will envelop us too much and we shall come to rely on it more than now and it could create a huge flaw in the system and operation of the world. May be the electricity and tubes become a hindrance and a doomed reliance, but as it stands we all need this tool, many working or poor people start businesses around the world when broadband is available. We can waste money on ceremonies and public funerals for Tom and Mary politicians but not upgraded connections for all of us. Spend money on idiotic fanfare and confetti for some douche in a suit running for a delegation job.
I get confused and then cynically remember this happens regularly, like old man McGee and his prune juice. Sittin there all squaw reading the Post grumbling about commie liberals and fat o the land takers like government help is new. The important stuff has to take time and lords of the underworld have to stymy and procrastinate so they have prolonged work to do and a job to make promises and golden dawn allusions. What the fack? Am I going to have to pay more money to watch hot trannies rub balloons together while some creepy farmhand watches at the window?
Boom boom stanky rocksteady rockabilly hustla
Ranking high diva
watch me feel me diva
Hot whips cut the strips
jeans booty back crisp
On the Louis level hips
swagger Jagger hot lips
See me floatin up here
rise and taste rich air
Bourgeois black temple here
No more sun to fear
chase the shadows outta here
Imma boss big rig
crush the boys with my thick
McCarthy rollin on crips
Bust the black with the blue
Let the red run through
Menage triad and yakuz
I should rule these schools
Come a queen bee
See my name spell me
Thrill me fill me
Need no worship but feel me
Feel the truth and the real speak
Real food for the thirsty
Drink me less Alice ails me
I’d like to like you
Like to intersect connect
Bodies so full around me
Blood to blood and I’m globin
Stickin to you but you loungin
Hands in phone just texting
Crusing white bar
Fake it for community
Everyone familiarity and me swiped tinder
Can’t branch out cuz past remember
Lonely boys club tryin to hands out finger cuff
All too cool, all keeo friends close
I love you man conundrum
Make new friends but empty future
Facebook add but ignore later
New sound bloody ears pound
pound dog backend boys style
rumpledump booty bump
bumrush pattycakes like Tommyknockers slappin da bass
balls deep pack it pacman
get in ma belly
spermiate the jams and jelly
big tips and with the valley tits
silicon con but no anger me
so rightly nicely enjoy the double spicy
two sides two half-hearted wholes
joining for the con but really dream warriors let out
new nightmare maybe worth the hazy baby
sticks and stones and legislative tones
inferior court hollow sounds on future trends
let history judge they say
the silly silky hucksters cum politicos
tell the lost ones to fly Right
disparate disses and distress plagues em
funky fresh hair and styles cover open sores
consortium of boredom
twiggies and heteronorms frolicking fancily
fancy a fanny and frantic heartbeats
pounded dogs in locked up state
run and bark til freedom ring
bare minimum hands need some teeth marks
chomper romper rumpus rump hugging
rumple my still skin undo the separation
two sides one oneness
sunny spirits savouring
Sordid mistress Selena has a hand in magicka
Assassin rogue and duelist machina
Slice em dice em Ginsu cut em
Deadly howls as disembowels
Fleshy cuts nix dust and guts
Tumble weevil weeds of civil
War on readthrough cutting room sequel
It’s the can can scat man giving you the smack for Rosemary’s baby blues.
Snorted toot fix stuff up the lonely.
Aborted tout suite imported morphine dreams in midsummer madness.
Sweets for the sweet.
Candyman indulging, broad smile laughing maniacally into that cool, dark street.
Long Baraka fangs blending into black thoughts with the swirl swirl camera wipe.
Laughter rings inside her chilling the lovely bones.
Brittle bric-a-brac internal blocks losing density.
Calcium robbed and iron deficiency.
So many babies, impregnate the jackpot lady.
Little huggy thugs leave low pants so they can thrill seek.
Push kush, fathom a father not likely.
Runaway clones and deadbeat dull dads duly noted.
Coffee shop philosophers mix drinks with dickweeds.
Political real talk suffers the foolish.
Trying to be another rapper, hot fire is ass and weed.
Spray molten toxic on starved following.
Drugged up boogie melting mental rays.
Puff puff pass suck hit me another time.
The more you think about it the farther away it becomes; washed sand, the current removes the details. Indentations relieved and filled beneath a silky dark magenta sky showing off its bling. Exotic gases winking secrets of the universe to empty shorelines. Soft airy soundscapes cascading through the night lilting along like butterfly wings caught in transmission. Dreams, fantasies, heart ache ruminations siphoned out in midnight air among the whispers. Doldrum hums beckon an audience, a vibrant vibration blushing with attention-seeking, lending voice to the waterwhispers. Chintzy glinting glimmer shimmers off the coast, bright lights dancing on blue black mini mountains, like a thousand cameras taking pictures.
Shamon! Cannot believe I forgot how much I loved Daft Punk. Them and Massive Attack and Prodigy I followed for so long and the actual artistic evolution. Because of Pentatonix https://youtu.be/3MteSlpxCpo I travelled back to high school searing my brain with their electro boogie blaster beats and those awesome Battle of the Planets style anime videos. I couldn’t go more nerdgasm at that moment; funky, pretty electro music and my favourite anime style! It’s like DBZ kicking gladiator ass to a symphonic metal concerto with trippy acid effects. Digital Love man, replayed so many times I’d headbag my pillow in reverie at the musical output of my heart and queerdo personality. If I could sum up my best self as a musical manifestation I’d choose that. Funky peace and synth vocals I can stand. Take that Bexca or whatever…. That is all.
Mixed families, cursed love family plannin
Big boy teens with baby faces
Stuck in the closet making the record rotate
Milky white girl
Shiksa tight girl
Toasted marshmallow night thrills
Smores on the menu camp spills
Liquid cocaine and waterbed toe curls
Boudoir grand stand
Night stand rubber no frills
Sumthin hot sumthin coitus
Ellis sad fella
Lonely cutie boy tryin to find happiness
Ski trip bond with the loner
Ski school grade 8 every one self-important
Rubba tub tubin with the deathwish swoonin
In ma scrubba dub head
Cold cut brainwashed to my delusionary complex
Thought of him but turn to me
Hoping he did good like Star Wars kid killin it