wraithz
twisted suburban enclave
like
a little vacation in other peoples misery.
the aeroplane flies high, turns
left, looks right. the aeroplane knows that it is alone in its
drama bones. madness, preconceptions, ray gun logics run and spit
and rationalized until a whole chorus of mug wumps, blue in the
face from yelling their divisive mantras, run out of young breath
and plain give in to the spirit of the whole damn apple. face
it, you love it, its fun for all, and for all you know the earth
spins on its rusty axis just because of it. the aeroplane moves
whether you want it to or not. cram packed with fuel injected
jet missile action, this is war motherfucker and dont you forget
it for one second. it is us versus them, and if youre giving in
then youre giving up. all the names dont mean shit. ugly, beautiful,
pretentious, arrogant, old, tried, happy, sell outs, careerists,
transcendent, hypnotic, trippy, speelbinding, numb, egocentric,
sollipsitic, empty, hollow, shallow, lost, 70's, 60's, 80's 20's,
long winded, phony, grand, the worst, the best, creepy, cranky
desperate... the aeroplane just flies higher, faster, stronger.
there isnt much time for maybes, even goodbyes sometimes. dust
settles, the arc welders come out and reconstruct the obvious,
and we are all left holding the blur.
