i want to beat the beat generations drum again.
escape from this world.
howl at the confinements of fucking technology.
the endless ability of people reaching you.
telling you about 'how they are doing'.
i don't fucking care. you fucking hooked up machine.
be on the road. again.
experience a new sexuality.
making love because movies made me do it.
deny the powers of the faux ruling.
we are all consuming all using. all fucking the dollar.
take drugs. deny my virtual existence.
i was convinced that i should sell more shit to people.
build more buildings.
brand more bullshit.
but now i'm coming out of this haze.
this clutter of junkspace.
and i'm angry. and i have no time.
but i'm addicted.
and not sure how to escape...
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