How the West was Won

We break and we break in an incessant flow of thoughts. Crumble by day, crawl back by night and fight the plight of invisible men. We’re often inclined to borrow somebody’s dream till tomorrow and wear looking glass ties. We strike a blow for freedom every now and then. I hate it but I love it. I hate it but I love it. I hate it but I love it. I’m loving it. Now get on your knees and bark like a dog. ABSOLUT NOTHINGNESS. Hello, HAL do you read me, HAL? My instructor was Mr. Langley, and he taught me to sing a song. A point to ponder? Make individuality history! At home we’re all tourists. Concerned but powerless. We don’t cry in public (although occasionally in good movies) but still kiss with saliva. Choose life. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Be excited, be, be excited! We got a winner! Juice by Sara! Juice by Sara! No point mentioning the bats. We are all wired into a survival trip now. Girlfriend in a coma, I know, it’s serious. It brings out idleness. And the importance of being idle. We never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody… or at least some force is tending the light at the end of the tunnel. But we’re sick enough to be totally confident. The deflated life style is our couch. And it’s only three bucks a hit. Or it used to be anyway. Don’t drink all the coke! And don’t leave home without it! Gillette Razor Blades prevent the perpetuation of the species. I cut. You cut. He cuts. In a thousand years, there will be no men and women, just wankers, and that's fine by me. Because I’m worth it. And because my blood can sing. Soothing music. Tomato soup, ten tins of. Mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold. Ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of. Magnesia, milk of, one bottle. Paracetamol, mouthwash, vitamins. Mineral water, Lucozade, pornography. One mattress. One bucket for urine, one for faeces and one for vomit. One television and one bottle of Valium. Living like this is a full time business. See how they smile like pigs in sty? I hate it but I love it. I hate it but I love it. What if a dawn of doom of a dream bites the universe in two? Doesn’t matter. People with handguns are fun. Almost worth a grin. Keep walking. All the phoneys are doing it. Just do it. Ignorance is strength. Fitter happier. O Grave New World! Orgy-porgy, Ford and fun, Kiss the girls and make them One. Boys at one with girls at peace; Orgy-porgy gives release. Not everything is puddle-wonderful and it’s all a matter of cause and effect. The antidote for civilization still lurks around, watching for pigs on the wing. Apocalypse Now! And trust me, when the moment comes, it will be a Kodak moment.

- Mariana R.

This entry was posted by Neil Keating, on Monday, 12 November 2007. You can leave your response.