missing ground
they just steal the lines from the backing track of some disco ballad pulled out of the two dollar vinyl bin in a sceney back alley garage record store that possibly only the neighbourhood cats know about. rip it right on out of there, recontextualise and act cool like no one could ever know. and at first find a fleeting compliment and then having time to constitute a reliable story of chance and incidence repeat such with aplomb and gain applause for your attributes to tell a good yarn and to have led such an interesting life. go on and make the whole appropriation gig your thingl, kike you have found anew way to express yourself through fellow artist and a communing with history. and then as you've sold yourself and find some comfort in money, take that time off, ploy your artistic sensibility and take pleasure in the wealthier, finer side, of the aquarian dish. taste the foreign delicacy, explore the unknown nether regions of the cold south and high northerly breezes flood your hair, let it be known, that nothing less than pure transendance of all things unworthy of godlike sense has passed through you complete body soul and mind. your every emotion wells up swells and blows a load of creativity into your very own back pocket. it gets hard to sit on so much wad on so much wad but when you get up to stand and standing is what you must do so much falls to the floor don't scoop don't bend don't get down on your knees.