futureshock to the xxtreme again hell maybe everyday, futureshock gettin to be just like some static or somethng benign like that; futureshock's like a job interview on skype
[some lady, julie]
[me]
that's it that's the whole thing go home
the catatonic hero: adam richman! i found him! prediction that today's televised hero, l'hero de gens, de gentuza est ADAM RICHMAN he's wild his show is called MAN V FOOD, it's reeling with explanations so fucking wild it's unbelievable he's perfect in every way and back again:
a/ the enemy: not crime, not the loss of innocence in this Cruel World, not your parents, not the Reds; food. the inconceivably unforeseen purveyor of or existence, the life force itshelf; b/ international socioeconomics commentary, of course
INNER JESSIKA SEKTION KOMMENCE
figure 8verybody's got an inner jessika sektion like that idealism type thing except it's suspicious of e
verything like some fucking inverse of idealism where the little part of you is like the world is kind of bullshit sometimes damnit. like losing respect for people once you figure out how to be a really kickass person but havent figured out how to TRANSCEND your own high standards yet like WHOAAAAA TRANSCEND MAN WHOAAA maybe not everybody can be smart all the time like maybe sometimes people got shit fallowing down around them them around; it's like that little bullshit meter that people got iffin they know how to cross the street and treat cops like silverback gorillas, but different, like WHOAAAA TRANSCEND THAT SHIT POWER LEVELS REACH ELEVEN hey the world could be really cool if people got their shit together like maybe voting is for suckers, i.e. one piece of jessie:
let's me n you rave all night allright like with some real party animals like wearing those crazy stud bracelets n leather n baby when it's time to go i'll turn to yall and say let's ride
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my house is so pretty, my life be like oooh ahhhh oooh ahhh but nnthlss wanna pun
ch this girl this mckenna, VvVsegueVvV
sqwa/k sqw/ak s/qwaaaaak
that crow flying in slow-motion
chin-up n mocking
my reflection in the train's crowded window
everybody's bodies smashed into one
i saw a little of myself in that
hungry black thing
vvVvVvv
musical sinspiration (fk tht sht): if I was in a room with you and hitler and had a gun with one bullet in it I'd kill myself; thinking i'm in heat; punching bags; roomsfuls of mirrors; the darker side of gardening
thank you thank you that was great