space monkey

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Tue, 29 May 2012 20:54:23 -0400

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Tue, 29 May 2012 19:54:34 -0400

ed hale and the transcendence - vicodin

Tue, 29 May 2012 16:20:45 -0400

ed hale and the transcendence - vicodin

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Mon, 28 May 2012 20:53:15 -0400

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Thu, 24 May 2012 20:01:25 -0400

basic cable

Thu, 24 May 2012 16:16:50 -0400

television, all hail grand pixelated god of
fantasy, murder scape and perspective
fuck a sore channel changed digit
I sit with a nasty network intervenes plan
with a stable diet of my cable pirate
yo, the doctor is in, the doctor is on
born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to welcome in every home
lead a blue screen, bruised dream canope
victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team
ooh, I love all advertisements
though accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute
spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad
please take me, please calm me, please make me a zombie
please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit
now, twenty first century plagued
dispersed to wide eyed glamour addict patients
telecast patrons
blue be the propaganda banners, well, sure I’ll be a Marine
with a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream
and I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor,
black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator
I’m in a doom, doom generation, pacin’, ancient electric secret
never sleepin’ to miss the AM oasis
my name is a wired heart, sloppy obligation
turn my stilt into my guilt and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station
make reality scrambled and suck the life out of a hidden vandal
and loving every minute of the gimmick, change the channel

plug it in, turn it on, prop me up against the couch
lights out, I ain’t ever gonna have to leave my house
satellite dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a tyrant
let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance

plug it in, turn it on, be my mother when she’s gone, great
wipe the spittle off my chinny-chin during the breaks
if I gotta go blind I’mma do it for the love of all television kind
and that’s fine, and that’s fine…

make me a star, I wanna touch gold
hold me suspended in a dream, mearly inches from the screen
deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster
crucify my little future to the monitor
damn it feels good, turn on, tune in
zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function
but the children seem to love it
yes mother, me and wild discovery
and heard the static flock to where I sleep
by the glow of that magic box big speaker
stereo mastered often kill the freak seekers, eyes spiraling
tangled in the star spangled wiring
I can turn from toxicated visuals
and all the kings horses abort the loyalty to royalty
fuck the fortress
riddle me with glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my sleeping head
I’ll be dead by morning anyway
color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets
to feel the magnetic seal picket censorship
I want commercials twenty four-seven
I wanna shop from my bed and set an
example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren
I bond with a six string(?) correspondence
and lurking circuitry circus
with allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface
adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts
channel zero addict, immaculate
it goes- big screen, little screen, any screen’ll do
just let me hold the controller and I won’t have to murder you

plug it in, turn it on, let my little eyes glaze
twenty screens lined up along the borders of the maze
I wanna see the five day forecast, fourteen days in advance
so I can get my two weeks notice every time the sun dance

plug it in, turn it on, silent fix better than nothing
let a once divine soul feel the functions of the hypnotist
the viciousness, ridiculous, peaking a dummy’s interest
touch the power button meet your maker, ain’t that something?

plug it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday afternoon
fix the antenna, sit back and let disaster bloom
it’s a beautiful sight, with a most ugly intention
but I taste it everyday and bathe inside the consequences

plug it in, turn it on, never once have you talked back to me
your majesty, I love you, I despise you
my everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad dramatization
come along with me, my friend for the most glorious sensation

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Wed, 23 May 2012 21:01:15 -0400

on a monday morning, Norma sits in her first class discussing the past weekend’s druken...

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on a monday morning, Norma sits in her first class discussing the past weekend’s druken fiascos. her fellow gossip hounds, Bertha and Joan gasp in disbelief as Norma recounts a horrifying tale about how Rick’s brother supposedly saw Bess trying to get with her boyfriend. that slut! she can’t wait to tell Bess’s boyfriend.

on a tuesday evening, Bertha and Bess watch viral youtube videos together, repeatedly making facebook statuses about the true meaning of friendship. clearly, they’ve got it down pat. Bess can’t believe what Norma supposedly said about her! what a bitch! she makes a facebook status about not being able to trust anyone in this town.

on a wednesday morning, Joan sees Bess’s facebook status and decides to text her.

“WHT IS UR STATUS ABOUT, BEAUTIFUL?”

“nothing.. and beautiful u must be talking about urself lmao”

“NO WAY YOU’RE WAY GORGEOUS-ER! IF THAT’S EVEN A WORD”

the two confront eachother later in the hall and erupt into laughter. they are such good friends. Bess never realized Joan was so caring. they sit together at lunch and talk about Norma. Joan can’t believe Norma would say that about Bess!

on a thursday afternoon, our trio walks home together. unable to think of anything intelligent to say, the subject of Bess arises once more.

“she’s saying so much shit about you.” joan reports.

“bitch needs to go down.” bertha chimes in.

roughly an hour later, Norma changes her facebook status in praise of her bffls. they later gather around her bedroom window to watch a ‘crippled retard’ wheel up his driveway from the short bus.

on a friday morning, the Students Against Bullying campaign assembles. among them are Norma, Bertha, Joan and Bess. laid out in front of them are papers outlining their fundraising efforts to be featured in an anti-bullying presentation later that day. the group can’t wait to spread bullying awareness and help stop the problem!

(sound familiar? probably because this happens in every damn school. anti-bullying is preached and hypocrisy is displayed)

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