I Haven't Seen A Doctor In 3 Years And My Marriage Is In Shambles, But Did You Hear About Porter Goss And The CIA?
I liked it better when the world was boring. I built my whole life around that Ideal. The world is boring so I better get exciting. That's how it is and I accept it. My rich inner life will nourish me. I turn into Rainman and fuck all that external data.
So I started a band, The Hypertonics. I wrote lots of songs because Bush sucked and Sublime sucked and Ricky Martin sucked and the Squirrel Nut Zippers sucked. Sisters were now doing it for theyselves.
Then I moved to New York City and got my inner world on there. Everything was working fine. But something's gone wrong of late. The world is an exciting, if not violent, place and I can't get any work done...
I need to get new glasses. I need to get a physical and have my hernia checked out, not that I have one. I gotta email some radio stations in England and ship off some posters to Ohio for our shows out there. But guess what I'm doing instead? Yeah that's right. I'm reading about Porter Goss and Colin Powell and General Sanchez and James Carville and all that bullshit. I got a butt-load of things to do, but instead I'm fast becoming an expert on military tactics used to subdue a city of brown people.
I don't know who's fault it is, and I know it isn't mine of course, but I think something's up here. I think somebody in power likes it when everybody gets glued to the idiot box and all motor activity ceases. Is it any coincidence that "channel surfing" and "web surfing" rhyme with each other? When people are mesmerized, they're impotent.
The world news has become a giant trivia contest, extracted of all it's real world consequences. It's like a soap opera, "oh my, did you see yesterday's show? Porter Goss is banging all the rookies in the CIA and now they're fleeing. Oh man." It's all one big soap opera, it reminds me of some illness where virus cells replicate looking like the healthy cells. Those virus cells gradually replace the healthy ones and you got a body full of sickness. Porter Goss has taken the place of my hernia, no offense to him.
So I started a band, The Hypertonics. I wrote lots of songs because Bush sucked and Sublime sucked and Ricky Martin sucked and the Squirrel Nut Zippers sucked. Sisters were now doing it for theyselves.
Then I moved to New York City and got my inner world on there. Everything was working fine. But something's gone wrong of late. The world is an exciting, if not violent, place and I can't get any work done...
I need to get new glasses. I need to get a physical and have my hernia checked out, not that I have one. I gotta email some radio stations in England and ship off some posters to Ohio for our shows out there. But guess what I'm doing instead? Yeah that's right. I'm reading about Porter Goss and Colin Powell and General Sanchez and James Carville and all that bullshit. I got a butt-load of things to do, but instead I'm fast becoming an expert on military tactics used to subdue a city of brown people.
I don't know who's fault it is, and I know it isn't mine of course, but I think something's up here. I think somebody in power likes it when everybody gets glued to the idiot box and all motor activity ceases. Is it any coincidence that "channel surfing" and "web surfing" rhyme with each other? When people are mesmerized, they're impotent.
The world news has become a giant trivia contest, extracted of all it's real world consequences. It's like a soap opera, "oh my, did you see yesterday's show? Porter Goss is banging all the rookies in the CIA and now they're fleeing. Oh man." It's all one big soap opera, it reminds me of some illness where virus cells replicate looking like the healthy cells. Those virus cells gradually replace the healthy ones and you got a body full of sickness. Porter Goss has taken the place of my hernia, no offense to him.
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