a simple monkey pleasure
a junkie response to the increasing intensity is a harder need. the people are going to need stronger and stronger doses of misunderstanding just to reset the dials. the tv just aint doing it no more by winding some biblical path back to creation.
there is no getting back, no going back, only going through. exit the written via the written. rock and roll through rock and roll. what is a line if it does not lead? Always another plateau along the quantum accident that is a line.
a computer humming in a room, a guitar unstrummed, the future living plans form another guide booked never to be lived out. the alphabet is coming along, i tear back through it now in the hope that i find a little inspiration masquerading as understanding. i do not want to look through people any more as if they were rats in a laboratory. maybe i have mixed my metaphors.