i get my thrills at Blueberry Hills.

do you mind if i get a bit Pleistocene for a moment?
I've grown rather jaded with the Hollow-Scene.
the present. as the technocrats would have you believe.

i'm all for a quantum leap of sorts.
a bit of Paleolithic Japonisme to satisfy the OLD guard?
pre-dating Hokusai and Hokkaido alike.

nevermind the Champagne Supernova.
pay too much attention to it and you'll be Blinded By The Lights.
dizzy new heights, to be sure.

mama said there'd be days like this,
there'd be days like this, my mama said.

but she didn't mention anything about the shredded septums,
the pregnancy scares, the 4-car pile-ups, the rap sheets, the sleepless nights,
the spinning rooms and the tainted looms,
the drug debts, regrets, the dealer's threats,
the hyperviolence and her petty silence.

didn't warn us about any of that shit.
but we still love her, don't we?
yeah.

so i guess i'm headed off to Gee's Bend.
population, 700. give or take.
head down in the 1986 Porsche 959 i stole from the estate of one Jerry Seinfeld.
Bahnstorm to where the living's easy and the girls are breezy.
or vice versa.

and as for my return?
don't wait up.
i wouldn't want to waste your time.
Stars Falling. at the Speed of Right.
it's Capriciously Delicious motherfucker!

"Geezers on Es, Kids on Whiz, Darlings on Charlie, all come together for this party."

The Streets - Weak Become Heroes (off the epic 'Original Pirate Material')

"tune reminds me of my first E."

well not really.

first time i heard this well preceded me and Ecstasy. my first night partying on a college campus.

"Orientation."

boozing and blowing pills in an off campus home with a bunch of sketchballs (some of whom, coincidentally, would turn out to be good friends of TimeMachine's).

yeah.

the beginning of the end, as it were.

yoooo, remember two-step?

i will pick you apart with electronic eyes.

what is it about destruction that seems so appealing to humans. mike skinner himself declared that:

"Right now logic states I need to be not contemplating suicide.
With rational thought, it would seem that i need not to be doing stuff
That makes death seem like an easier option."

for the uninitiated, mr. skinner is referring to the horrific and disheartening sensation of the post-drug binge crash, a feeling you'd dedicated yourself to avoiding. yet you still succumb to the dark, annihilating gloom of it, with alarming frequency. many of my readers can readily identify.

nonetheless, seems like we all need a totally trojan plan right now, whether our personal Greeks be substance abuse or landing that promotion or figuring out how to treat your sick kid without insurance.

thus, we're all more or less obssessed with the future. i'm no exception.

it's only natural to live outside of now, and as ken kesey pointed out, even the concept of "now" is a bunch of bullshit, what with the 30ms lag between an actual event and sensory perception. so, the best that the level-headed among us can hope for is a slightly fermented notion of now. it doesn't mean that all is lost, just that the whole "live in the moment" maxim must be reexamined.

of course, those of you that know me, and even some of you who may not, know damn well that all of this comes right back to the repetition of a destructive choice. obviously.

but fortunately for me, and for those in my immediate vicinity, i yet again come out of this one unscathed.
vive le cirque!