in the time of image and information

in time of image and information overload the god of so what yawns bored with all but the most fanciful images..it is a time of connection and networking and who can crawl to the top of the pyramid...
we are a long way from don quixote...
a long way from kathy acker...
we are in time of the google kids, the spreadsheet kids, the homogenized kids...
what's your angle kid....?...
who you trying to hustle?
sex, money, drugs? Is that it?
Leftist politics? Rightist politics? God politics? Wall street Politics?
Are you a hip young rocker with a brand new tattoo?
Aging rocker bitter with passing time?
Do you were a brooks brother suit and wake up so in love with life ready to get on the train a whole department at your command, real estate, assets, equity a successful life?
I write the words as a discipline...there is no audience, a grave error in the writing game...one of the first dictums is to say, know your audience...but there ain't no fucking audience out there for me...i took a wrong turn off the highway and left the rest of the gang back at the exit...some are dead...most are burnt...but I keep on keepin on like a bird flew, in the magic june night, even thoiugh my insides are changing, a hard change, when time seems to fly by in seconds, sand washed on the sea, loveless, jobless, homeless, the richest homelessman in america...
and it feels so good to spill the words, even, if, there is no one to read them in the time of image and information...