Whispers and rumours and friends of good friends. The city of glass lies next to the water, waiting to break. Which ones are real, paper or plastic? Talk of an ending, an earthquake, an exit. Anything but nothing. Nobody listens but everyone talks. Fake plastic people drinking five dollar bills, monopoly money through fake plastic straws. Designer drugs and ,faerie dust sold by the flap. The questions are answers and the excuses are reasons. Tomorrow’s losers are yesterday’s heroes. Everyone living and dying for a fix, still the mess never gets cleaned up. Fall asleep to the sound of a leaky tap and the never=ending sirens. That’s right, someone on the train was explaining what the emergency is. But I cannot remember and it doesn’t matter. Dream that my face is full of holes.
LOOK AT ME
Look at me: are we in it to win it? Or do we just give in? The coldest tundra is the suburb. Things fall apart: the city cannot hold. The Century has pissed in her coffee but still she drinks it because Venti is the new black. She's so driven, even her yoga stresses her out. You're not a real hippie without a 6-figure income. If you can't afford retail therapy, leave it with me and I can get it for you wholesale. We confuse dogma for morals, morals for ethics, ethics for whatever the fuck crosses our mind between games of FarmVille. I pray daily to my guardian Angelou. I was into dissing hipsters before dissing hipsters was cool. I'm ironic — NOT! Of course I trained to work in the service industry: I was a doctoral student, wasn't I? The Century is not insecure (no, please believe it! It's not! Really, It's not!). I feel so good knowing that .00009% of my coffee purchase goes directly to the farmer — that'll really help fight exploitation in Guatemala! — but those street kids … oh, them damned kids! No, I don't have time to read books. I agree — the unemployed need to get off their asses and just get jobs. Fucking immigrants — stealing all our jobs and sending them to Mumbai! Fucking queers — stealing all our women! Is Quebec a symptom or a cause of the End Times? As a matter of fact I prefer canned vegetables. As a matter of fact I only eat meat and potatoes — minus the potatoes. All right, if this "global warming" shit existed, why the fuck is it so cold out? I'm sorry, man, but the Afghanis had it coming. I'm sorry, man, but the Iraqis had it coming. I'm sorry, man, but the Iranians have it coming. I'm sorry, man, but the North Koreans have it coming. No, I'm not yelling! Ann Coulter? Yeah, I'd tap that. Sarah Palin? Yeah, I'd tap that. Margaret Thatcher? Yeah, I'd tap that. No — paying down the deficit is far more important. Bitch won't put out? That's why you need roofies. What do you mean, you don't want a condo? You don't seriously eat that organic shit, do you? You really should get married. Why aren't you saving up? I don't understand why you don't want a car. Look at me — I used to be irresponsible, too, but I wisened up. Look at me. Look at me, look at me. Look at me.
Do you know how much I love you?
BTW, how long did it take you to grow your dreads that long? I bet you people ask you that a lot, hey? Wow, it's like a massive journal art project photo compilation but like just personal energy and like completely natural, and kinda fractal-like…do you know what I mean? And you like didn't have to even do anything, the Earth just took care of it. Oh, you must get it, you're one of us