the distant future
the year 2012:
the robotic uprising
no, this ain't robocop 4
remember that? remember that tile?
that was a dreamy tile, wasn't that?
remember that? dayum, ain't it great?
in the year 2012, everybody wanna be a producer
in the year 2012, everybody wanna be an MC
hey, we're gonna party like it's '12
it's OH TWELVE MUTHAFUCKA!!! YEEAHHHH!
Ecstasy is the new virtual reality
especially since the chip size reached its limits
and oil supplies are declining worldwide
everything's permitted
except peak, even at peak?
let's take turns molesting the children
i'm so bored with my life
so it's 2012, how'd that happen? a timeslip
was just getting to grips with 2008, and then all of a sudden
oh yeah, i got a date with some mayan apocalypse, on credit
so i'm reminiscing, remember that crazy year, 07, was it 07,
that i did that crazy new synthetic that came on the market, in
that nexus, 4HO something or other, some tryptamine, or was it
a phenethylamine? if there's a god up there in heaven, he must be one
big fucking jerk! and anyway, remember, how it tied together all these
associations, all this music there was for the taking at the
time, it seemed real emotional, i really "felt" it, you know?
remember that? yeah! i remember... so remember when that markoff chain
arranged itself in such a way as there were a series of numbers, like
ripples in a memory pond, where causality grabbed a hold of your pancreas, and
smoothed over the creases, and sent you through the glowing arches
that wanted more than the other arches, if such a thing could be
classified, and thrown in a cafe, with the dragon, yes, and
cereal boxes, and, well, can i sanctify a circuit that sparks pious feelings for some nintendo pixels? yeah, a lot of money is riding on that proposition... it came down to a very important runon... sharing endorphins, it's the next big thing... but it looks like vapour ware, cause all i can do is look, goddamn, it's a science experiment, the scifimagination is tapped out, it got tapped out, someone burned it up like a cigar, last century, and yeah, the nuke exclamation point and all that, and hey, how bout another story? another entertaining rag... post-modern? ah cmon, it's a conditioned response - slaves to the stylistic imperium - yeah those people - i remember them - awed at a cinema, like most of us folks - no need for paranoia in a mirror - look at the silver - yeah, anniversary - it's just a pastiche anyway, a vacation lagoon, for shame to rest on its laurels, relax, hallucinate, see waves blurring past, hear gregorean chants singing faces into existence, animated facewaves along the wavefronts, whose got a grave, did the digital imprint give too much away, let's say there's still room for euthanasia, or whatever contract with the void he signed this week, in blood, but mostly sugar.
grease floors - larry's loving the leather - larry's loving the leather - incase you didn't notice, larry's loving the leather - - in case you forgot to keep time, i'm on beat five, and i've got pills to spare in my pocket - and i'm thinking, hey, now is better than never - hey, i love the void i'm with - i love with void i'm with - i lover tracers too - pro hedonism is professional and profound - but yeah, it's just white words anyway - on a background somehow infected with the silicon, like i wanted it to be, like a devouring river, avenging synthetic matter, like yeah, a gray goo gagation, maybe a bedtime story for your crack-addicted kid, i've been meaning to write that, but i have yet to have my crack addicted kid, but i'll be my crack addicted kid, if it be bedtime... yeah - well, it be close enough to the solstice - and yeah, maybe what i need, i will find in the void anyway, you know? you know, that sounds like a funny stalactite echo, i enjoy funny hallucinations in the cave, yeah, like a knot in a noose, hey, it stymies the flow of reality... like energy in a slack rope, to a taut rope, around a neck... hey
i saw a tour on the internet
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