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I had to live through the experience of my father being excited about the
Android phone.
It was years ago,
but the memory still traumatizes me.

He had to, in turn, experience my distaste with my own
smartphone ‘ownership’.
I don’t know if that experience was as impactful
for him…

To me the two poles are a satisfactory metaphor
for our relationship.
A father who loves technology,
A son who despises it.

Do not take this to mean I dislike my father,
Though an observer may come to the conclusion,
that he is more excited about his object sons
(his other sons, his RV, his guitars, his tech).

As I am more inspired by my subject fathers
(my muse, my gods, my games).
But that is the way of things,
I just cannot force myself to love my phone.

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Kills Unlimited

Posted: January 22, 2014 in technology
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Playing the system
not the new one
the old classic
Fingers adept
cheat codes, secrets
(invisible walls)
The top players, ELO ratings over 1800
noobs fear them
like astronauts fear UFOs
The game is the run
the run is the event
the only way to play
where playing is living
The players live
and never die
but some fade
aching thumbs
aching minds
aching eyes
Eyes that burn
the shapes of the game cube
haunt pixel nightmares
Explosions forever
eternal blood screen
The true pros
go out with a final
perfect headshot

So the future turned out to suck
Nobody’s flying any cars-
I got no floating skateboard
No silver clothes or colony on mars-

I guess we got the video phone
But who really cares-
So I can see your face
But you ain’t got no implants or purple hair-

I’m just a sci-fi obsessed fan
You can hear me future pining-
Cause since the internet hit
Culture’s being stuck in the nineteen nineties-

All our music sounds the same
Auto-tuned gangster pop shit-
The electronic craze has made
The youth soulless and killed the mosh pit-

The economy is weak
No bullet trains for North America-
Concentrated wealth corruption
Coke-head Wall Street ain’t sharing it-

And the technocrats
Just find new ways into our heads-
3-D D-Box cinema propaganda
Social networks and anti-depressants-

I wish I could live in the future
Depicted in an eighties film-
New Hollywood ain’t looking so good
All the futures they show so grim-

I guess most people are satisfied
With the power of their cellphones-
They don’t have the same nightmares I have
Of being chased by a drone-

SO WAKE ME UP
WHEN I’M MARTY MCFLY
WHEN THE NEW CORVETTES FILL THE SKY
WHEN I CAN MAKE A GIRL
WITH MY HOME COMPUTER
SO WE CAN VACATION ON MARS OR THE MOON

SO WAKE ME UP
WHEN THERE’S REPLICATORS
WHEN HUMANITY UNITES TO FIGHT
THE SPACE INVADERS
WHEN I CAN USE MY MIND TO BEND A SPOON
AND THEY’VE BUILT AN ELEVATOR
TO THE MOON

So the future didn’t quite turn out
As I thought as a kid-
Where’s all the robots doing the labor
Fighting for their right to exist?-

Why does is seem like
Nothing’s really going on-
No more people on the moon
Or VR sims like in that movie Tron-

What edge did we loose?
Was it the cold war ending?-
Cause we got no one to race with
Did we just stop pretending?-

Cause we used to think
Our progress was damn near unstoppable-
That things are gonna look like Blade Runner
In five years, that is improbable-

Cars-
Are the plexiglass CANCER CELLS
That infect my city with a MOOD disorder
That everybody thinks it’s normal to look at me
And yell at me to stop juggling
And “GET OUTTA THE FUCKIN WAY!”

I have the RIGHT of way! I am JUGGLING!!!
I am making the world a slightly sillier, more FUN place-
I make children and panhandlers smile
YOU have no right, Mr. Ford F150 slave!
All you do is pollute the air, endanger yourself
Give yourself road rage and blast HORRIBLE
DEHUMANIZING oppressive rap music.

I don’t like to pull the:
“Do you know who my father is?” card
But yeah, he works upstairs
And what makes me SICK inside
Is that this honking ignoramus
Knows exactly who our mother is
She’s the one you dared pave a road over
She’s the one you choke every morning
She’s the one you bleed for your luxury

And I’m just assuming that
If you’re this ANGRY at a man juggling
And slowing you down by a few seconds
I doubt you found the time to even THANK
Our mother today for the suffering
You have imposed on her

Well one day she will RECLAIM her skin
Her rushing tears
Will wash your demon-cab F150 away
With all the other vehicles of the LUCIFER PROJECT
And during the deluge
I will smile and juggle on a rooftop
While you CRY and PRAY for a helicopter

I am definitely lost in something.

Listening to my own drum machine.

YouTube samples of toy commercials.

Christopher Lee as Fu Manchu saying ‘again’.

Trying to figure out where to go when this project ends.

Is a trajectory possible?

Can the efforts of art and subtlety be tracked?

Am I cursed because I screwed up my birthday?

Why do I continually feel embarrassed by the weekends?

What are all these pieces and half thoughts going to hold hostage next?

My sanity.

They play devils bad cop with my standards.

I sink through the pop packs and wash it down with drips.

Life never tasted better and yet it has this half reused substitution.

What do the goblins do with the babies that just don’t turn into goblins?

Silver Sun

Posted: May 19, 2013 in modern life, science, technology, Uncategorized
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Open a window baby

Let in the locust robots surveillance-

I know it bothers you

That the bugs are metal spies, just give them a chance-

We could be so free

If we only give our information up-

It’s not just the government

It’s a world wide web of security and love-

Cause it’s me little silver sun-

They always catch the ones that run-

The eyes of never being alone-

Gotta love those pretty little drones-

Do you hear the whisper sound

Of four propellers spinning in unison-

Fully directional

With a gigabyte log of the last places that you been-

And I feel a peace now

That comes from the fact that we’re on CCTV-

Don’t try to react

With your new age hippie rights to privacy-

Cause it’s me little silver sun-

They always catch the ones that run-

The eyes of never being alone-

Gotta love those pretty little drones-

Just feel the release

Of the beauty-

Of the season

Of scrutiny-

Always on the map

Always under the lens-

For our

Protection…

Forking rice into my mouth

with the other animals at the zoo food court.

A native guy was being hassled by two white

female cops when I came into the mall.

“It does happen you know,” one cop was telling this guy,

“Lots of drugs do come through here.”

As if the guy could do anything

but deny whatever they were accusing him of.

Tried to buy a hat today

that was a failure.

At least I got these four

retro themed eighty page notepads.

Praise capitalism!

For malls and cheap poetry!

And ink stained fingers.

……………………………….

This city would be so depressing

without our happy Asian families.

I love them.

I mean I love the old native women’s

cracked voice barely audible over traffic

asking for a cigarette.

I love her too.

And I love the baby screaming at the food court.

Refusing to eat

whatever grease bomb poison

his parents are trying to shovel into its face.

If I closed my eyes right now

I wouldn’t even be able to tell

I am eating broccoli.

…………………………………..

My legs ache from teaching kindergarten

and dodging the slushy mid-March sidewalks.

Bought new Chinese labor shoes from Payless Shoes.

The same forty-four dollar bill

every four months or so.

A kid recognized me in the mall earlier

“Mr. B! Mr.B!” I ignored him as his mom turned him away.

I realize I’m on a last name basis

with a disproportionate number of kids

aged four to twelve in this city.

Ah, the synchronicities of being

a free-lance early childhood educator.

I ended my day with five five year olds

giving me their a capella version of Gungdam Style

“Hey- sexy lady!”

The world is so fucking viral.

Its people and their god-damn phones.

Like a world wide insane asylum zoo.

Tethered by L.E.D. screens and ringtones.