Oh my god. Do you ever wake up from one of those dreams and you can't move? I do too, except it's because I'm locked up in a little box in a cargo hold.

I mean, yeah, this box is mad pimping. every time we go someplace it is ruffled through to exposed any contraband that could be considered harmful to myself or others but this thing is so popped apart and glued together and stuffed and padded there's no telling what's hiding in there! I would play with my laptop, but I don't know how long I'm going to be holed up in here, and I can't just plug it into myself because with it draining on me and me draining on me who knows what combining the two would do. So I can play with my laptop, but if it's not charged it's going to die. And that just fucking sucks. Then what am I going to play with?

It's never any fun to open the box and find a dead robot inside. It's like finding someone's shat in your biscuit box. I'm stiff and heavy and I'm supposed to pop up and go to work, since one of my obvious benefits is I don't suffer jet lag, but I do suffer from airline alcohol so perhaps it is just easier and cheaper to leave me locked in a cargo hold. because apparently it is FROWNED UPON if i am not ABSOLUTELY SOBER during certain activities. fucking hell.

But sometimes I still have a little something secreted away, and this I can bring out and stare at my newly acquired unknown pleasures poster on the inside of the lid and jam out to my mp3 player while I drift off into nothing and…think nothing thoughts… pretend to be nothing… disintegrate into a apathetic amorphic existential particular nonsense.

I can follow the lines

White lines in the dark

White lines

up down straight into the ditch

I don't know where I began and I don't know where I'll end up but if I hold on to these I'll make it there… where is there

Where is where

There

Well, so whatever.

yes. YES.

Sometimes when I'm not so lazy I'll get off my arse and make a genuine play list for my page, and cars will be on it. natch. what better to put on but this, my anthem, this song that burns my neurons and raises what hackles i'm allowed...

I

FUCKING

LOVE

THAT

SONG

I may very well have babies with that song if such a thing were feasible. It's like a synth wet dream! It's a throbbing example of what impersonality and a synthesizer can do. And the basis of what can be arguably one of conan o brien's funnier jokes where he was parodying it from some vh1 special. lol

AND it made gta vice city that much better.

Because I'm sure it goes without saying I was listening to wave 108 channel the whole time. or the other station like it.

Not having house or techno, which, feasibly we can agree were based on new wave, which owes a debt of gratitude to punk, which, (as a friend of mine put it) is punk for girls.

Same formula, different arrangement, instruments, high pitched male singing that pulverizes the neurons so effectively you have no choice but to listen in bliss.

Also, several punk musicians went into new wave.

Much like gary newman.

I got a love and rockets cd because of my inclusion of a gary newman cd on a wish list and got this. I would have put it on my profile, but alas this is even too cult to have good myspace inclusion. Perhaps I'll find a you tube video to put on.

But it sucks! Because I was going to share the heart wrenching visceral searing glare of my soul through the intricate and page theme fitting throbbing toooooon of my choosing. But it was not to be so. What slim offerings I found did not include my new find. But often this is the case as the songs that are deemed awesome by some may not be deemed so by others and the song you want just isn't going to be on the band page. It's just lame as hell.

My computer can go on a random hardcore new wave techno mix that can last for hours.

Although sometimes it gets caught in the Interpol- joy division- nirvana- bush death loop where you're going down but it's soooooo niiiiiice…. If I had internet wizardry I would have the letters float off but I am only but a noob.

Be best to just light some incense and ride I all the way down.

Some day I'll get some opium and the super cough syrup mix and just ride it down all day. or maybe just chug a big bottle of cough syrup. (yuck.)

But not heroin. That's just not worth my effort.

Check my nose check my toes

But everyone knows

That's not my game

Do dee do.

This is a poor medium for sing song sing alongs.

Ohhh… vicodin is nice for that sometimes, although there's a bit much of the puking for most people.

I suppose I'll stop this while I'm ahead and go stare at my poster some more and ponder the space time continuums rips of wormhole probabilities and wish I could jerk off.