OUR COMPUTER PRINTED OUT A MEMO
IT SAYS[
why hello
sitting in the darkness
it's been everything but a silent night outside. 8 billion people are living and dying. we're all trying to pretend that we know what we're doing, where we're going.
none of us do.
not even:
your fake ness
nailed to the dartboard
scream down the point score
let your voice be heard
scream down the copy-cat artifact of language
mimic the mockery downsize the mountain
machine-mind so kind to disease-find healing-sublime in me in you in me falling from an open in a something that is shapeless shape in fact a pitch nailed to the
portal pasted onto the dartboard cover up the
loser's scores
and replace with the
high ice-cream city singing espionage prostitutes
microphones in their boots whispering, precisely
the channel your secrets are ARE ALL LOOSE
city barons bankrupt your safe-haven
won't you hold
keystrokes she almost choked
cry of ecstasy
full of meaning! full of meaning! she's free! she's free!
(she moves her leg away from me)
(i can feel the microphone so tightly woven in the skin)
(the barons spy is lost in the lie of)
(pretending she's a beautiful woman on bed in the sea)
nevermind: unlost un foun d
ectsa
see
see
me
won't you hold the door for your
won't you hold the door for Karen?
let her into your safe-haven?
let her see the maghony wood and the crystal windows and the hey she smashed it hey she bashed it hey the tears are coming down in a torrent did someone release a flood this blood is fake are you some kind of machine pretending to be me?
HI
"oh no, the mirror spoke"
"i hit it hard, square - it broke"
"but the shards still cut me and i bled out on the bed"
He's laying there lying there thinking he's dead lying there laying there she's crawling in bed he's laying there lying she's laying not lying this is really who she is she'll watch you bleed out..
..you stiffed the whore
..karen's army busted your glass house up good
spy goes haywire fullstop restart can i retract what i say i dont always mean to be so keen on what causes everyone to insist on her as the best lay
but i can tell that:
her breasts and eyes in the photograph
got everyone here really fast
with half the men darting themselves into her bed
..it was easy pickings to clean out their heads.
(and find out what it means to be a mind inside the cityman built up from gold dust and let down)
I MEAN BURIED UNDERGROUND FROM THE START THE SUN SHINED ON THEIR DAMNED LIVES (OUR DAMNED LIVES)
I DONT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE CITY DAM
I DONT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE MAYOR MAN
I DONT SEND A MAN TO KAREN AND
I DONT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE SECRET ART OF
PULLING GLASS HOUSES APART
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Hospital Psychotics 2
"I'm afraid of loving,
but I ain't afraid of dying.
With all these years piled behind me,
what's the use of trying?"
the melancholy song drove its depreessing lyrics into the minds of the going-insane.
they rock back and forth.
in their chairs.
sipping coffee. tea. milk. water.
"want som e juice?"
their mothers asked them as they stumbled into a room of lights: taste, the apple of flavor and fall into your crib: unable (to be) (the taste) (that was)
see me high,
sing me a song
see me low,
give me a blow
see me cry,
watch me die
and i'll never be the never be here the never be the never same again!
"My Atomic Structure is collapsing"
My soul is sedated
My heart rate elated
With all these DRUGS piled into my BLOOD
it's a wonder I can STILL SING ABOUT BEING FREE
which is where my., mind is:
those garments look so.. silver
is it true your naked body breathes underneath?
my plug.. the filter.. will you,
lean over me?
and (closer, body! closer!) set me free?
FREE?
FREE?
death is FREE, life's the cost
you wonder around, disbelieving YOU'RE LOST
LOST
is the
COST
of
A LINE.
when i dont know where i am i dont know what i can but when i am sure of me and where i go then and only then can i know that i dont need eternity all i need is to breathe and walk the line clearly painted in front of me
nevermind, the PAINTER
the fucker's dead in the head: he drew the line and
we followed it: because all roads lead to rome right jerry's always nice and jasmine's always sweet but when jerry torns sour jasmine's heartless void devours and i feel so alone inside since she's the only who confides
in me: her secrets they've got to stayy alive besides jerry doesnt understand her he she she.. wants..
to be me..
so she killed me
UNPLUGGED!
but I ain't afraid of dying.
With all these years piled behind me,
what's the use of trying?"
the melancholy song drove its depreessing lyrics into the minds of the going-insane.
they rock back and forth.
in their chairs.
sipping coffee. tea. milk. water.
"want som e juice?"
their mothers asked them as they stumbled into a room of lights: taste, the apple of flavor and fall into your crib: unable (to be) (the taste) (that was)
see me high,
sing me a song
see me low,
give me a blow
see me cry,
watch me die
and i'll never be the never be here the never be the never same again!
"My Atomic Structure is collapsing"
My soul is sedated
My heart rate elated
With all these DRUGS piled into my BLOOD
it's a wonder I can STILL SING ABOUT BEING FREE
which is where my., mind is:
those garments look so.. silver
is it true your naked body breathes underneath?
my plug.. the filter.. will you,
lean over me?
and (closer, body! closer!) set me free?
FREE?
FREE?
death is FREE, life's the cost
you wonder around, disbelieving YOU'RE LOST
LOST
is the
COST
of
A LINE.
when i dont know where i am i dont know what i can but when i am sure of me and where i go then and only then can i know that i dont need eternity all i need is to breathe and walk the line clearly painted in front of me
nevermind, the PAINTER
the fucker's dead in the head: he drew the line and
we followed it: because all roads lead to rome right jerry's always nice and jasmine's always sweet but when jerry torns sour jasmine's heartless void devours and i feel so alone inside since she's the only who confides
in me: her secrets they've got to stayy alive besides jerry doesnt understand her he she she.. wants..
to be me..
so she killed me
UNPLUGGED!
Hospital Psychotics 1
So we put all these old people in a room.
We told each of them a different thing..
And now they’re all going crazy,
Expecting something that’s not real.
We’ve got cameras everywhere, watching them.
Look, here’s Johnson. He thinks if he stays awake longer than anyone else, he’ll get a million dollars.
This is Mary. She thinks this is the waiting room for an Elderly Dating
Soap Opera. She’s going to die from a terminal disease in two days.
Over here is Jeffrey. We took him from another nursing home where he’s
been pumped on anti-psychotics and replaced one of his pills with an
amphetamine. He’s ten seconds away from turning the mess hall into a
bloody mess.
Each of our staff has cameras attached to their lapels.
They walk around and conduct interviews.
Each old person has a different view on what’s going on – and they’ve all been instructed to keep quiet about what they know.
As a result, they think everyone else is crazy.
What’s ironic is that they are all correct.
They’re all crazy.
But not as Crazy as me, the
Show’s Producer.
My name is Michael Brodberry. I grew up in the northern part of
Illinois. I spent my youth scamming my elderly neighborhood of their
fortunes under the guise of raising funds for my school, my cancer
treatment, my grandmother’s funeral, my cat’s funeral, my replacement
cat, my girlfriend’s step-mom’s plane ticket, my first company, my
second company..
They grew old,
And funnier.
We told each of them a different thing..
And now they’re all going crazy,
Expecting something that’s not real.
We’ve got cameras everywhere, watching them.
Look, here’s Johnson. He thinks if he stays awake longer than anyone else, he’ll get a million dollars.
This is Mary. She thinks this is the waiting room for an Elderly Dating
Soap Opera. She’s going to die from a terminal disease in two days.
Over here is Jeffrey. We took him from another nursing home where he’s
been pumped on anti-psychotics and replaced one of his pills with an
amphetamine. He’s ten seconds away from turning the mess hall into a
bloody mess.
Each of our staff has cameras attached to their lapels.
They walk around and conduct interviews.
Each old person has a different view on what’s going on – and they’ve all been instructed to keep quiet about what they know.
As a result, they think everyone else is crazy.
What’s ironic is that they are all correct.
They’re all crazy.
But not as Crazy as me, the
Show’s Producer.
My name is Michael Brodberry. I grew up in the northern part of
Illinois. I spent my youth scamming my elderly neighborhood of their
fortunes under the guise of raising funds for my school, my cancer
treatment, my grandmother’s funeral, my cat’s funeral, my replacement
cat, my girlfriend’s step-mom’s plane ticket, my first company, my
second company..
They grew old,
And funnier.
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