my eyes are a video-pc!!

[Axanderdeath]

I sit in the car as we roll along the street. Someone has put on the beats. Someone likes this crap. Some generation, and I think it is mine and what do we all listen to? Per-packaged, phoney plastic image produced by team of ad executive assholes. We listen to the sound of money making money. And when rage against the machine, or redhot chillies come on, well who’s to say they are not over produced like the rest. It is so ingrained in to our psyches we talk it, live it, and breathe it. We regurgitate it. It is all around us.

So we roll down the street with smiling faces all around us. Green rings around frowning people’s smell—the new tacked of the ad companies to make fun of it self so that people that were on the fence about the consumer driven world would fall on one side. I am still up here. I am cynical, but what makes a better ad executive then a cynical 20 something guy? Right. I know people who laugh at commercials. I do in private some times, or when I am drunk, and every one looks at me like I am uncool. They all look at me like I am un cool them in their gap jeans and banana republic whatever, and me in some jeans I found on the ground and no shirt.

The car stops at a house and I get out and walk to the door. By the door are empty old boxes of Kraft dinner dating back to a week ago. I clean the boxes up each week. I make a point not to clean them before. I like filth, I like disparity and I will never conform. I don’t have a phone or a cell or a beeper, and I did not sell weed in high school nor was I on the football team or even the debating club. I was in a band until I was 16 years old AND then nothing. Nothing I just floated along with an empty void. I filled that with books by people that inspired me to keep doing what I wanted. The great thing about books is that there is an audience for everything and everyone, and you don’t have to worry about your sponsors.

So this is how it is going to go the whole story guys. I am going to say what I am doing or what I have done and then go on a rant about what ever comes to my mind. It is my brand of stream of conscience, but with me it is a water fall in to a cess-pool.

I sit in my couch that raps around me like a horny cat and turn on the TV. I hate TV but watch it all the time. I hate McDonalds and crave big Macs. I rant about morals and principles and follow none of my own.

I grab a beer and sip it down. The law is coming down on me again. I was playing a giture on the side of the main street in Montréal last week. I was doing my tom waits impression, and I had a bottle of open beer beside me. The cops came and took my name. The found out about the trouble in Calgary and put me in the holding cell for 3 days with a wife beater, an armed robber, and several smelly bums. Now I have court dates and all kinds of shit. I try not to think about it, I try not to think about being raped up the ass and trying not to think about. I'll have to fight the fucks away. I am sexy.

And it is my girl friend that says:

-you always find something to be angry about or sad about. I am tried of your shit.
-look sit down and let’s watch the movie. –I said, because I was trying to, and then she got angry because I said I felt kind of sick.

-that is all you can say? “Watch the movie.”—she said and I sensed that she felt stupid saying it. She felt stupid because of the way I was looking at her; it made her look at her self.

I walk in to work and my manager is squawking like some kind of Brazilian chipmunk or something, just squawking. I make coffee’ we call people up and the 3 way them on the phone with phone sex lines, and then we listen to their reactions. I found the number for the white house and called them. Did you know that that have a line that you can leave messages for the president on? I left a couple nice ones for him. I rip off about 4-5 Americans a day or should I say sell them something—it is all semantics really. All I do is say things in a way so it sounds like something else. Repeat words like freedom and security and liberty and that usually makes them agree with me. “You like freedom right?

I put on the green Nikes shirt at the foot of the bed. I look of in to the empty life. My eyes are video cameras and I am an unhappy un interested audience.

[mindbum]

money makes money makes money makes
makes money makes money makes money

My eyes are video cameras and I am an unhappy un interested audience.
She felt stupid because of the way I was looking at her; it made her look at her self.

-you always find something to be angry about or sad about. I am tried of your shit.
-look sit down and let’s watch the movie. –I said, because I was trying to, and then she got angry because I said I felt kind of sick.

My eyes are video cameras and I am an unhappy un interested audience.


it's hard to be happy enough to step far enough past self-loathing
to participate in a fair and reasonable relationship
without a collapse into puddle of darkness.
i'm just talking about myself.

[WIREMAN]

they'll shackle ya in Montreal for doing the Tom Waits.....hell in Bawlmer they'd pin a medal on ya.............

[stilltrucking]

This is the story I was refering to in the PM.

no pc
I just liked it a lot.

smooth.