Monday, February 2, 2009
Train Boy on the White Plains shuffle...
Train boy on the White Plains shuffle....journey to the end of the night...Celine's dictum...where do you take the imagination to?...American virus snuffs out creativity we are all buffalo's wrapped up in plastic cellophane...just another complaint, just another preachy word...if it doesn't get sex or violence why bother to talk about it?...Madison Avenue has all convinced the 18-34 set has all the answers...you can see them go tap, tap, tap, tap on their cellphones as they mainline the video image into their brains so fast they can travel the speed of a network a true radio dream an another roadside attraction along the highway of wrecked indviduals who have fallen for petty jealousy so she wouldn't fuck me because I didn't have the green but as I look around this American landscape here in this American night not to many other's have any green left after American greed gorged itself on the fat of the land here in this American night lights reflecting off the cold avenue...
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