As I lay awake in bed
At night I realize just what
this is to be awake
and wanting the incredible
mind numbing mental stimuli
of this screen mentality
called the vision of the telepaths
In this state, I seldom
rest my mind on what my friends
are doing, where my family is
what the affairs of my pocketbook are
or what my place is in this world
I just want to watch T.V.
I have been lured into this
false perception of reality in thinking
I have had the goggles of
madness afixed onto my face
I am afraid of who I am
I must escape, escape, escape
Springer, Seinfeld, Friends and Alf
These false realities are persuasive
But these persuasive realities are false
I lay awake, awake I lay
and toss and turn and think
About laying in my bed awake.
in the late night and think:
"I am awake"
But I so crave this insatiable
spirit crushing mind drug
of my monitor in space
launching into a fantasy realm
where bad is arbitrary
and good is circumstantial
It is in this ashtray that my soul lingers
The conversation killer
The friend of the damned
I have been hooked, lined
sunk and beached
into this slough of despond
And I wither, growing fater and slower
And chuckling all the way
For this life is not my life
So I enjoy it better, but
am not the better for it.
I sink, I sink, I sink
A brave new world, THX 1138
Blade Runner and Farenheight 451
Max Headroom and 1984
The Television is the chiller of my core
I take it upon myself to place blame
I take it up-on myself to be shamed
I bring it towards myself. I enflame.
I place it inside myself. A new brain.
I have found this life interesting.
Much more so than my own.
I am quick to recognize nothing.
I am slow to absorb lifes transmissions.
When the telivisions are so much easier.
I sing their songs, feel their pain.
Believe thier lies, purchase their products.
Make good on their warrenties and
then watch the re-runs.
This non interactive virtual reality
talks all day long. It is impossible.
It is incredible. It is preposterous.
It is an insane waste of time.
Television pilliages the heart.
Television rapes the mind.
I must believe in telivision
For if I do not and am not like them
Then I am a loser, and there is
something wrong with me.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart