machines

It is easy to get lost in the curling and coiling of heat rising… the gentle destruction beneath the plumage… drifting solo on the currents across pale blue skies… does not mean anything unless it happens to be your house that is the source… then it takes on a whole new meaning…

Reading smoke signals on the horizon out over the distant slate grey of cold waters… the spires and tower rise as a sea urchin clinging tenaciously to the shore line… tidal pools of people in transit rushing in and out along the chronometers pulls for here gravity, the moon, and god have no sway… the evil natured robots are programmed to destroy us… why do people say “I don’t have time” as they look at their wrist watches? They have nothing but time…

Good Times… Bad Times… Hard Times…

An appointment is an apartment of time allotted to specific use… predominately waste… an uneven scale leaning towards the grave leaving behind a trail of tears of regret… the knowledge that there was more… while I think of Nemesis once more… the missing and forgotten value of Universal Justice… or maybe the flavour of summer savory while running across a meadow… my butterscotch world runs slow without the adornment of the affectation of importance as the machines break down…

RE: Popcorn… a day spent in self awareness and exploration of the emotio0nal foundations of my own brand of humanity along with the comfort food and affections of friends is a form of salvation… in the mirror I see myself reflected back with questions… put on the stereo and let the music wash into my aches and pains…

Unit three thousand twenty one is warning
Makes a humming sound - when its circuits
Duplicate emotions - and a sense of coldness detaches
As it tries to comfort your sadness -

The Flaming Lips “One More Robot - Sympathy 3000-21”
Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots

Some of the time the answer is not as important as the asking…
the reaching and struggle is the prize…
the breaking free of the logical patterns and stepping into the rational…
that strange relevance of the question…

“How Do You Feel?”

As the dawn began to break - I had to surrender
The universe will have its way - to powerful to master
Oh-oh-oh-what is love and what is hate
And why does it matter - is to love just a waste
Why does it matter - oh - oh - ooh - ???

The Flaming Lips “In The Morning of the Magicians”
Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots