tom waits on the internet
tom waits pulls into a gas station on the internet and says ‘what kind of bourbon will make tumblr relevant again’
when my parents logged into tumblr a huge vortex of RGB pixels passed across their vision, leaving a silent void / blank screen dull white fading into forms / now they sit in a clearing of deep greens. a faded yellow 1970s sky hovers a meter above their heads / now my parents see in all directions: small windows of sacred light tunneling off infinitely - north south east west past present...
pacsun trippin hard
in the green backyard of a house where 7 beautiful women live together in white, Victorian rooms, there are tables crowded with empty cans of beer / the sun sets and i watch the sky turn to a dark blue, that way it does after that interesting day-drunk euphoria. the women here seem bored or sexless and the men slide between each other telling sports stories or war stories / i see...
feeling something very strong about another person sometimes happens when you are answering their boring emails / ‘oh yeah, i’m too busy today to work on that project’ but you know they are just in a cafe somewhere spending their parent’s money and staring at facebook / i don’t know how to make money doing what i love. i don’t know how to make ...
at night the train takes me back home though miles of warehouses filled only with the dead dreams of gen-X performance artists. / i’ll go home and read a book about the early years of the internet. my subconcious will breifly hover near the surface of my skin, before i fall into a deathly urban sleep.
we drove for hours through the wasted city. at the edge of some hills a green blanket unfolded. a massive fence with dark greeness inside, for miles. the visitor’s center had metal detectors. the wi-fi was pretty fast.