Monday, March 23, 2009

get bent

in the time between the scratch of the flint against the steel and the crackle of the first drag of acrid smoke, the weatherman announces there is a 70 percent chance it will rain punches.

like salmon, fighting the current to fuck then die, we clog highways and byways.

a team of experts has spent months working in a lab to create chaos. destruction is for sale, and if you can't afford it, your doctor can prescribe you pills so you no longer care.

which costs more, books or bombs?

we once needed clothing, a roof over our head, and the crops to grow. we now need cars and phones and laptops; a pill to keep us awake, another pill to put us to sleep, and a third pill to deaden the hard edges in between.

do our fits of melancholy coincide with the death of someone that touched our lives but with whom we have lost contact?

a man picks a fight at a bar so the other patron will hit him, and he can again feel human contact.

god is watching us, but only when "american idol" is a repeat.

darth sardonic

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Blogger Krissie said...

Too true.

1:40 PM  
Blogger darth sardonic said...

ty krissie

5:39 PM  
Blogger wakeupandsmellthecoffee said...

I love it: "God is watching us but only if American Idol is a repeat."

11:53 AM  
Blogger lady macleod said...

Oh dear. Oh dear - said the eternal optimist quietly.

2:10 AM  
Blogger darth sardonic said...

exactly wuastc

lol m'lady, and yet, somehow, we keep on going eh? we'll be fine.

3:17 PM  

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