remember seeing the third eye of stillborns rolling back in the universal skull another failed necromancy among stones... remember the ecstacy of passion... and 1980-something missing cartoon bits... the golden gummy... the nintendo impact... be warry warry quiet... all to the sound of fists pounding upon the floor... and doodle scribbles in pad after pad after pad of toilet paper...
there is a joke in there somewhere about how a stand up comic needs something to stand on to stand up... in a literal sense... remember comedy central... its still central to comedy... spot on indeed... ding dong ding dong ding dong dong ding... its quarter till tomorrow... and the future is uncertain except tomorrow's tomorrow will be all about living it up in the memory...
literal translations aside there is a nostalgia to those places where we would be our very own great golden gods... standing on rooftops above pools... slaughtered by lsd... exclaiming our being for what it is... rockstars... idol worship and worshipers... dancing around the splash of the calf... and cheering as if your lives depended upon it for one reason or another...

*almost famous