The Feed

Here I find myself

Cast into this dimension

or is it dementia?

I digress,

Here I was….I am here

Like it

or
NOT?

In a swirling whirly dirl

Of input.

Input Input Input

A buzz, awash,

Swimming like drunken fish

With all the other cast-a-ways

Human vessels launched like ships

into this sea of shit.

The Great Feed.

Passing through wires and air and mouths.

Frequency of frequent overloads

too much

Information and lies

My brain is ringing

Turn the ringer off….leave a message after the beep

I’ll get back to you

ASAT SHTF

(as soon as the shit hits the fan)

I’m out of the office 

At the trough of numbness,

Munching on episodes of South Park

Watching bandana clad people eat rice on Survivor.

So shut up telling me the sky is falling.

I don’t have time for reality.

MTV Cribs is on.

Anderson Cooper and Alex Jones can go jump off a bridge.

SOMEWHERE ELSE.

Maybe with Hitler,

I hear he lives in South America

His chatroom handle is Swash Tic Tac Toe.

I’m diabetic to the fluorinated candy.

I take my bitter pills incrementally.

I prefer to inhale my radionuclides

While listening to whale songs

Partaking of Mr. Bubble in the tub

and forming theories of my own

Misconbobulations.

Ahoy you pirate rebels-

I’ve left the ladder low

Dipping just so…

Into the stream of the Feed.

You can climb right up

Out of this prison hell.

But I’m warning you…

Stopping the feed cold turkey 

Can turn you individual.

Standing on the shore,

Watching the fish swim by,

Caught up in a backward current,

Going upstream

Against normality and thus alone..

Painted Goat Skull – sold

If you’re interested in my art you can contact me at this email.

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