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We are TV. We are protocol,
       pixel plenery; cyber bursting

wrecked on destiny just to watch the stars; drooling apathy
fixated on a remote control catastrophe.

Long have you stared, orthicon-brained; exploding lux
frazzled electron beam implanted to receptors of degraded activity.

Your fingers a plight of numb energy.
Decoded anti-matter, your chanelled dreams

      locked on to midnight fantasies; after hours sex queens

leaking through watershed suburbia.

Even the clash of satellites scores signals in the sky
falling stars, you could almost touch them
                      be a part of.

But illusion fires cathode rays in your gimmick mind.
WE are nothing. We are TV. We are mind-shatter,
           1000 channels of snow-drift; hissing blizzard bullshit
like a banshee trapped behind the glass,
              poltergeist rap -

your eyes goggled to the dance of flickering screens
tapping buttons as therapy, swallowed
         by a couch unseen.

We're deciphering the message of the Gods, coaxial warlords
           fibre optic demons that flizz through the flick of an ON switch.

All brains on standby - now we march to the rule of Reality TV
   of endless chatshow presenters, daytime trash
             and late night gimmick-loaded commercials; pseudo-porn

for the salacious libido and lackadaisacal youth.

We are the nexus between Star Trek and the next generation
of paunched couch cotton-woolers.

WE are the eyes concentrated to a blurb of bloated images; rich celebrities
          in the camera dazzle of a media witchhunt, noosed

to a slow-death of watching paycheck ridiculous sports players
and million dollar teethed movie actors (and actresses, and animals...)

we are the Nations of lazy, junkfood laments and waistline crazy
the lounge room lizard baking in the heat of an enclosed room.

      We cling to this pseudo life, a wall of plasma living
            where our blood clogs (clots to jaundice eyes without life)
                   like a deformed fetus
            in a 45-inch womb.
 






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On Friday July 4th, 2008, insideout (61) writes:
Arg, fuck humanity! Jerry springer versus discovery, the scars don't hurt enough. Nice write :)


On Friday June 6th, 2008, Aleas (157) writes:
Man, you have a killer flow. You don't give the words much of a choice. Fascinating.


On Wednesday March 26th, 2008, Mab (1021) writes:
this is friggin perfect!I love this almost as much as I hate "reality" TV...you smell that? that's shit.wafting out from between our ears where our brains once lived...where's my remote control!


On Thursday March 20th, 2008, raskal (198) writes:
oh i know this... You make a poignant, damning and very true statement on our generation. you link it to something almost dirty and degraded -which in a way i guess it is -but also i think, a natural consequence of the mass media world we have on tap. the language is zany, surreal, and riveting as always. I love the line 'swallowed by a couch unseen' -it pretty much says it all. cosmic my man -always a pleasure.


On Saturday March 8th, 2008, the-rapist (337) writes:
if only t.v. was this exciting to look at. g


On Saturday March 8th, 2008, Alanarchy (1600) writes:
It's all slieght of hand. Look here, not here. Still digging hardcore, the crazy verbal backflips. Write on, stylee.


On Saturday March 8th, 2008, Ainsof (1822) writes:
"connect the goddamn dots! connect the goddamn dots!" --Ministry, "TV II". check it out. This connects some dots for me... I found it much more intelligible than most of your writes, an evolution perhaps? Anywhooo. Love the critique so much truth here it makes me wanna puke! and that's a good thing for me, truth... not so much the puking. Also reminds me of some of Manson's work (I think he has a line that is your title at the end of Portrait of an American Family)... and a song by of Phantamos... forget the name, tho. But definitely a write I can 'tune into'. I am the blizzard shittin banshee! Bravo! ol Chap and cheers on me at the pub!


On Saturday March 8th, 2008, saintedmad (1165) writes:
AH~ there it is, that nuance of longing for REAlness that i adored in your works. ...somehting beyond jsut tangible, but visceral and experienced. .. 'lived out' becomes jsut an expression in your well.versed hands/mind... egads:: everything in that little box starts to look surreal, as if even reality is pretend and we in the end seem to live our own li.v.es by it. .. .this is harsh and immediate, pointed, jagged, and vital [a sign of times]. .. .and very dripping indeed with that sublime colanguage. ..i could go on...this is exactly the tone in which i hear you drumming in my head; rum pum pumming. ..[as i sit in front of another box: this blekky screen] ------alright, alright col, i'm going out to live a little [dang you]...missed your words muchly....nessa


On Saturday March 8th, 2008, tangeled (526) writes:
i hate television. rots your brain. and 'they' wonder why we're having an 'epidemic' of a.d.d. and a.d.h.d. turn off your televisions people!! revolt!! ~ta


On Saturday March 8th, 2008, tangeled (526) writes:
great write by the way. just had to put my two cents in. *cheers* ;) ~ta


On Saturday March 8th, 2008, heartdripsblack (758) writes:
where did my remote go? awsome as ever. ~ hdb.


On Saturday March 8th, 2008, Mistress Shadow (356) writes:
It is better to watch the real thing then some edited box for sure.


On Friday March 7th, 2008, Geisha (754) writes:
*turns on* TV!



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