posted on May 5, 2006 at 2:30 am

losing face with yer data base
what does that mean…?
sometimes i catch myself saying the darndest things
when i say this world and human society are absurd
i say it not from a position of superiority
but of wonder…..
mornings that come in the future
finding that im now absent
gone from our plans
sidetracks leading here n there
oh i just spent a decade up this petered out dead end
i was looking for something
that was so important then
but now seems so very hard to remember
why i thought it all meant so much
all things put together must come apart
that is a law of this universe
dont come crying to me anymore
by the time i return youll probably be gone
its a revolving door, aint it?
struggle all ya like
its surrender that you need
oohh sweet surrender
like learning to swim
you gotta trust that water to hold ya up
if you dont believe, down you go
to davy jones and mike nesmiths locker
are you still with me here, fiend
give in
its all over
believe in the water
believe in yerself
forget yerself too
thats right
thats what i said
get together
bake some bread
do what you like
thats what i said
maybe impressionism will help…….
insert own ism here
in those future mornings
replete with soft filtered sunlight
in the observatory
the gardens in the distance
fortunate sons
but i digress…

who was that person i saw you with?
the one in the cloak o invisibility and the ten league boots
the reason i ask is this:
one hundred years ago in a distant land
quite close to here
there lived a man
who dreamed that he was in a story
typed onto a computer in the year dot
if that could have had futuristic jollies attached
but nay, little pig
alas, this was not the case.
presently along came sir dennis swyne-bott
a big wig
a vip
a 4 wheel drive w/ own carpark
(on top of sacred ground, natch)
he immediately timelined a great scenario
which was lifestyle-enhancing and $$$friendly
as well as serene and convenient
which involved one years free trial offer
and a broken digital camera
“it doesnt work” said sir dennis’ secretary
as you scramble for a piece
an online dating service redirects you to an abandoned warehouse
on the outskirts of town
from here you can see for miles and miles
you blow the dust from the furniture
light a cigarette
hand on gun
billy franklin appears
and he wastes ya!
you go under screaming
you cant believe this is the end
franklin stands over ya grinning
blowing the smoke from his gun like a cowbouy
death is indescribible
what did you expect?
swyne-bott was behind it all, all along
the monopoly owns us all
the ship pulls out
the portal closes
cue music
film by the cchhru
the end

13 Responses to “the instant the transfer hits your account, and its deep in the black and just one way out”

  1. avatar
    subcultureofone | 5 May 2006 at 4:24 am #

    thank you
    i needed a good
    bedtime story

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    Anonymous | 5 May 2006 at 4:39 am #

    The lyrics to Overview -:::
    Shoulda been ” don’t be at your computer , don’t download your soul”

    Just looked at The Village’s website, I wish I was a straight on 250K a year , I’d be there in a flash – I keep hearing Dublins a great place so really hope it’s a good gig.

    Have a good weekend baybbee

    Dutch Pierre

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    Statler and Waldorf | 5 May 2006 at 5:14 am #

    the word is spreading …actual reconstructed email exchange between two long acquainted old codgers –

    Anonymous 1 – “I like SK more with every read of his blog.”

    Anonymous 2 – “Likewise. Makes him much more humane than the tool running across the car park we had come to know and loathe.”

  4. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 5 May 2006 at 6:38 am #

    i am at my computer, i am downloading my soul, i am hoping you and the church are just playing with my emotions, I am YOUR destiny…

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 May 2006 at 7:37 am #

    that was heavy
    is everything alright there?
    trust in the universe
    listen with your hands
    feel with heart
    see with your skin

  6. avatar
    John Garratt | 5 May 2006 at 1:08 pm #

    My turtle sends you a message. He says:

  7. avatar
    baby | 5 May 2006 at 2:25 pm #

    be seeing you

    down in the streets of shame
    in the betting of names on gold to rust
    in the land of the blind
    be…king, king, king, king

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 May 2006 at 2:38 pm #

    me thinks if esse kay needed a flum scrupt he mights writing one hisself, ever figur that one beyonce?

  9. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 5 May 2006 at 2:57 pm #

    Off topic but here goes:
    Review of ULTC:

  10. avatar
    matthew | 5 May 2006 at 5:59 pm #

    ‘davy jones and mike nesmiths locker’ …still laughing the proverbial off, and never a truer word either. Comment of pseudo-epic proportions posted on previous day’s blog by mistake, thinking i was ‘totally now’ and not ‘so yesterday’…. pls see previous comment stop

  11. avatar
    captainmission | 5 May 2006 at 9:09 pm #

    i was reading some mystical lit. and the people were telling me everything in reality is a reflection of myself, i reacted quite badly cos i know what’s going down, but then i changed myself and my reality changed as well. it’s weird shit man.

  12. avatar
    don joe | 7 May 2006 at 11:25 am #

    another brilliant piece of mental “vividry” replete with smoking gun!… Ahh for a piece of another existence to exchange some ideas with someone who I know but have never truly met…..”It’s a miracle let it alter you, revelation baby, you’re beautiful” that I have through what has been my Cruchh for…wow might as well be eternity..(I know it will be:)
    It is a fortunate pleasure to be able to communicate, to you, to say each time…Thankyou.


  13. avatar
    Centuryhouse | 8 May 2006 at 10:44 pm #

    “the instant the transfer hits your account, and its deep in the black and just one way out”

    That’s one of my favorite lyrics anywhere.


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