got somehing on my mind just got to get it off. stop it feeding on the signals coming in - chewing up the bandwidth. like blocking all the chi, but it's just eating. all consuming. not letting anything in and shitting on all the outgoing. always on about some sort of rhythm. like the greater sink or something. but its realy just patterns. the whole link between thought and concept, sign and signifier - reliable repeatable patterns. uniquely congruent differences and similiarities. got to mean something on the ether.
got this gut wrenching feeling of unknowing. looked into a little zine to find the meaning of transcendental. got it down in pop culture these days. well got me down and used it in everyday conversation. seemed to know it well enough. still not sure, just check the blank expressions, the paranoia. it's just an optical illusion, a simple little trick with the eyes, a raised eyebrow. it's not meaningless. it's overstretched to you. but to them, by god it gives them reason enough to walk on this earth and stand like they will always wish to stand. authorized/affirmed/true. make yourself superior for the pain in your heart, to know what they don't know and to never have what they have right now.
little parasites sucking the city. and the city consumes their shit like a whore swallows money. bucketfuls of white money, honey/mixture, goop. moisturizes the lips and hair. softens up the soul for something a little more bleak. but don't worry honey, the city will suck the shit right out of there. leave you intestines swimming there behind you. in a sea of vomit. corn and cob, carrot and broccoli. burp and shudder at the memory.