Electric Thought

Went to see DJ Sasha last night, saw Radiohead tonight: wow, wow, wow. Human experience: good.

American Rev. Jerry Falwell has declared that the recent forest fires in British Columbia are God's punishment for Canadian approval of sex-sex marriages.
Remember, Falwell also blamed 911 on feminists, gays and minorities...Finally, we have found our voice of reason.

it's apparently automatic; we're all programmed to do as such

i'm thinking that the autumn is a fall
into dead flowers and stories untold
dirty, dirty little secrets and dog-eared cigarettes
this is an experiment -- set your watches -- do the panic dance

take lots of vitamins, call up mom, from time to...
running down your face -- tears
running through your mind -- sarcastic cheer
this is not an experiment -- let go -- take a deep breath

i can do it with pj speaking to me through plastic covers
stereophonics in technicolor belong at home
random thought recorded backwards
experiment is not this -- it's ok -- maybe i'm wrong

oh!, bad god, oh!, bad god
i am walt, i am tom, i am kurt
the electronic american flag get pulled to the ground
when the guerilla speaks
he bananaes
the experiment is done -- go have some fun -- ok

i am the beekeeper man

the front lines are moving closer
and i am an oyster
lust is my pearl
and i am the world

you can do your Red Sox shuffle
till death
but the electric barricade will stand
honey is waiting: i am the beekeeper man

angels built the pyramids:
this came off the top of my head
and landed with a "kerplunk" into the dark abyss of your kiss

i miss the static electricity of a hot fox in cold suede
especially when she braid her locks
and gently strokes my boy

haikus can be obscene
like mr. clean using vaseline as lubricant
in a prison raping

my mind is a blank slate, a tabla rossa
my heart is agate --
left swinging from Day One

why does the gestappo have all the fun
questioning us all
about inuendos and fluorescence

like figure skaters born straight
unaccepted by their peers
and drinking beers in lonely country/western taverns, in space

oh bad god, oh bad god -- what a disgrace
to be forgotten not made
the syntax lost to wolves and Czarist girls

something in the way I booze
makes me yearn for another lover
something in the way I choose

to waste time
wasting space
waste of taste

this gone, did, did all -- did nothing:
good-for-nothing where are you goin'?
the snake stretches its take and sucks in your soul

fight back with trust
fight back with passivity
fight back with pharmaceutical paradigms?

emblam, engulf, deteriorate, equate
you are a god of punk, a troubled monk,
an undermedicated alien

perhaps even a paleontolgist
but there is not use in stretching the godawful Truth
of brontosauras and venom