4_.phrantek._4 js regular
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23 Jun 2008 00:38 xxx.xxx.xxx.xxx
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Goodbye, California.
The crazy drivers get worse,
the citizens burst into flame,
energy emerges forth from everything but
costs too much just the same -
Cali's gotten lame in the last
year and a half
for me, anyway. So I'm passing
away across the plains into Alaska.
The time has come for me to separate.
Tired of eyeballing chem-sprays
in vast streaks across horizons daily.
Tired of the packed-in,
collapsing economically spracked fashion.
I'm expediting my passport and heading north to the last bastions
through Canadian glades -
I'll watch the sun circle and barely fade
for four hours out of every day,
I've had enough of overtaxing,
and Oh-Say-Tan-Can-You-See
the waves of Holly's blaze are counterfeit -
I ain't about that s**t.
I want my spirit open,
drinking in
something other than aetheric polymer fear fibers
sabotaging my dopamine.
The door is closing on my old ways
and I'm seeking always to reach immortal holy hallways,
but - they're not there while I remain and swelter.
Before the summer days cook eggs in the shell, I'll rebel against the purple haze.
No more waterborne antibiotics, sex hormones and swiss ozone.
No more citizens copping trips s**t-starting on hydrocodone.
Five cars to every person, one and a quarter per limb,
material packrats living stacked above each other. I've had enough.
It's not for me to touch, it's too much.
I reneged on the coastal love,
I broke my covenant and tore it up.
The toxicity of our city talks in tongues,
never listening, the yester-me grieves what today's self never coveted,
always glittering. I leave the cloud-seed to sylph,
forfeit my deed to Calee-forneeuh
speeding-to-death opiate Set culture - see ya.
I'd rather dust and let the vultures corpse-peck,
trust that y'all got this s**t in check without me mouthin' off.
Respect. |
