2 posts tagged “stream of consciousness”

I say "remember me" but you never do
We are the myspacers, neither proud nor few
Too big to count, too much to share
I'll sell you my soul if you promise to care

MySpace, the place my face will grace
Every day, in and out without a doubt
I refresh and refresh and I'm feeling it less
Your design bleeds my eyes and I'm left to guess

Girls that are boys sell themselves to get toys
Could you just click this so I can get an iPod, please?
Oh, sure, there is no reason
But if you delete me then it's treason
And I'll report you as a spammer to the authorities

I want more comments
I want more friends
I want more kudos
The "I want" never ends

I took myspace to bed last night
Woke up to fuzz and banner ads on my jock
7 friend requests from teeth pearly white
20 angry messages telling me my rap
Was misclassified as rock
And an rash I can't refresh

I'm gonna start a website
MyMySpace.com
You can post your MySpace there
And if it's good, and if they care
People will comment on your MySpace fair
Or unfair, if they hate you for listing "Starbucks" as an interest
And my MyMySpace.com page will be the best there ever was
And it will be featured on MyMyMySpace.com
Move over, turtles, it's my my my all the way down

My my my I want and I want and
My my my and I want and I want and
My my my my my my my my my my my oh my
Why? Space isn't cheap in the world
But electronically it's like dirt
only cheaper
MySpace expands to fill a vacuum
Advertising creates a vacuum where none existed before
Ads fuel MySpace
You can see where this is going
and so can the turtles
on the way down

Unstructured, I ruptured my eardrums
on the music you played when I loaded your page
Unrequested, but thanks anyway
I really needed to hear that cover of "YMCA"
And gee it's real swell in your picture you're flirty
But from the looks of it your bathroom mirror is dirty
Can't see much else cause your closeup's too close
And your use of the flash is clumsy at most
Thanks for the shot of what I think as your boob
And yeah, I know it's also featured on youtube
Call me peculiar, call me a n00b
But myspace, you can brood alone in your silicone
black-dyed, hair over eyes, home-brewed crude
HTML one-point-twoed fake-ass drama-ergic
entropic, hot topic, indecent descent
overhyped sarcastic and snidely sniped
hit-it-and-quit-it ready-made global make-out party

I can't wait
for your ultimate fate
You'll lie in state
in my Top 8

I was consumed by a nervous energy today, and felt the need to write. What follows is some old-school, stream of consciousness stuff like my LJ used to be filled with.

I. I Learned
She rose, primrose and proper
shaking, from satin sheets
the bedframe creaked her name
the same from my heart in Morse-coded beats
nothing tacky in cardiac arrest
arresting as she was
I called her name just because
she turned
I learned
in a moment's glance at the changing shade in her face
there wasn't a chance our hearts were in the same place
I burned
spurned by a casual look
I learned
the space between us was... insurmountable
My love for her was bountiful
Her face, between us, was doubtful

II. Happy New Fear
In a moment's champagne dreams, the schemes amongst the clinking glasses come crashing down around us. As still the glasses resonate, we eat and fuck and defecate. The champagne surface ripples, while we lie and die and poverty triples. Not yet flat, the bubbles rise another newborn baby cries. The band strikes up like match to powder keg; mad, bearded prophets portend the end is nearer than it's ever been. You laugh, but are you laughing enough? Life's tough, rough, so let it all out while you can. It bubbles to the surface, tension; laughter fizzes and gets us high, up above where we can look down at this sorry state we've always been in. The world is going to the same hell it's always been. We're on the verge of the same cliff, as if the faintest breeze could knock us off. The merest breath of laughter.
Are you worried enough? Got enough stuff? to appease and please your id's unease, seize and seize and seize. Make a wall of it all ten feet tall til you feel small compared to the scale of it all. And then the faintest of laughter topples it all and you're crushed by the fall. But we can't have that so let's outlaw the release of tension and. see... what... happens.
Happy New Fear, may it be dreader than the last

III. point countercounterpoint
An uncertain lasering decapitates captives of a captive audience. Ensconced, entranced, entrance barred by the metric of a rising pressure risible in intensity. Shapes shift in shadowed onus owing their existence to the persistence of memory, vision. A risible dirigible, rising, eclipsing the moon eclipsing the sun and my mylar lens is useless. I have no ken of the reckoning that would wreck Ken. What I have wrought reeks something fierce and faceless, amorphous and placeless, like the amusing inversion of a dream. Dreamscapes and escapes narrowly scrape by, eking out an existence nightly in nature, nurturing nocturnal impulses impelling me to my impending end, without a friend to defend me from my tendencies and peculiarities.