Nail Me a Piece of that Kit Kat Bar,
The back windshield wipers went left to right like oh-no-she-did-nt. A brigade of snow fizzing like Italian soda pop rocks hit me from front to back so I turned around and parked at Aroma Cafe on Bidwell Parkway & Elmwood Ave. A thing of TV snow is all one can watch on a day like this while the woman on Food Network whips up a bowl of fresh tiramisu cream and cocoa sprinkles seated at a red and white checkered table cloth talking to me without sound.
Come to think of it, I think I've been intrigued by the idea of disappearance since being a tiny kid. Hockey reminds me of this. and tennis. I want a home with fresh roses, peonies, and sugar lace ribbons hung from the chandeliers. I guess i could do it now but all that work requires me to stay here. A tooth print caused by someone's obsessive love it what i want to see on my arm. I'm never giving you my cellphone number, not for a while at least because there's a shit load that needs to get started. For instance, that whole business of being a cyber criminal fighter sounds fun but so does The Invisible Committee. Is that all it amounts to--> fun? Is this adorno's nightmare brought on by the culture industry? HA HA HA. Let us laugh our way through this spaghetti and give up. Is it in "giving up" that our generation must face? If to Surrender would equal Laughter correlative to Fun, then why couldn't the three engender compassion and empathy? If there's anything any culture so consistently needs, its compassion and empathy. Empathy + Commodities = Gift Economies though its not that simple while things are necessary to build and solidify an image (as reference point or thing to compare) which is the very thing culture feeds off. While its Image that we despise, its the thing we desperately cling to for guidance and protection. Its here that blindness is radical. Blessed are the blind for they shall see god, etc. Big internet companies are the new country where millions click and flock to. I am dreaming of a kind of poemtry that functions similarly; a poemtry that operates as a big internet company where the customers are language itself, where language buys and sells itself to itself without regard for mass readership; an exploration of empty divinities in the vast mental-scape of the internet which is merely language if you think about it. The internet is nothing but numbers and language, distance and immediacy, mirroring the thing inside us dying to break free.
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