>no subject on reality<

The TV blares, the computer glares. My heart begins to beat at the pulse of an mp3. It's later and later and tomorrow is early, but the .coms scream for attention. My inbox is empty. My thoughts begin http. I remember the days when html were four random letters. I am a member of that generation, the one that lived on the verge. Willing to jump over if they wanted. Some did. Some couldn't see bottom. Electric lines have begun to become invisible, but my allergies still flare up. Dogs still bark and my nose still itches. All the world is moving by inches and inches. A million flags wave, some only rustle. I dream of a time without poles. There was no need for declaration. No desire for recreation, because all life was a walk in the park. Now I grasp against a work grain. There's nothing new under the sun. But howcome nothing ever seems the same? There's nothing new under the sun, but I think I just got here. You know? When man took his first steps it was down a dead road. The flowers were bright and he could see some strange light. But it all came to chopping down wood and making faster things. For what? do you ask? Of course we do not. If we do, we hear our own cruel voices telling us the obvious truth. There is no light, no long dark tunnel. Instead the path is light and the end dark. You come and you go. Goodbye. Hello. Goodbye once again. But hello. Where once was a face, now some shining bright thing, keeping me up away from a lackluster life, and how how I try, to fix it all with green tea. And I don't want it. The new shoes the grand slams. I don't want to think of a commercial when I look at my feet. I look for a truth, but realize the truth less, when I see that the truth is free. Let me pay! Let me pay! Without green I can't live! Without green I can't live. Without green i can't live. w/o grn i cnt lv. and the trees chop, chop, chop. some father cries. And some manhood dies. but my screen, oh how it shines.