space is my planet

hey hey hey party people!!! space travel is a strange and wonderful thing: right now, as i'm communicating to you thusly, there's a well recognizable part of me that's speeding up the thruway to a hotel hot tub party with none other than her royal highness, Queen White America, in the...flesh. nevermind the fact that she's canadian--she brings the beef, and calls yr queef. for her i'd split atoms and change the sheets. i'd bing bat em and throw salt on their deli meats...hmmm. yes, well, the idea, of course, was for jamie and i to go up and bring her back for the par-tay, but that didn't pan out, so i'm hurtling up to her now, triple the speed limit with my dark-ass persols on so i can't see, past trees and more trees and old barns turned into filthy gas stations and ducks and big black birds that stand around sniffing each other's butts. i'm on my way, i'm coming...blasting last exit by the junior boys, the soft porn beats running up and down my body like one bad idea after another, swells getting larger as the tide pushes in...i feel like i'm in that scene in sleeping with the enemy, when julia roberts is out in the ocean in the middle of the night, her face awash in a pale yellow light that is all she has to guide her...except i'm not in the water at all but behind the wheel with the car humming all around me, and my hands with that funny ache they sometimes get as i'm getting closer every second to yr door, trying to concentrate on a clear line to lead me out of my daydreams...i'm done with all the broken arrows, the letters never sent...this is me and i am in the world, interacting damn it, and meanwhile there's this other part of me that's sitting here, zonked out and typing this for whoever will listen. or is it for no one? me here in my "natural habitat", alone at my glass desk with the iPod shuffling away...i'll have you know, fyi and all that i've decided on the easy way to my first million: all i have to do is load up all 40 GB on this baby and ebay it off and i'll be set. cuz this shit is like the greatest little jukebox ever in the whole world, if i do say so myself. you hear me, money? sorted. state of the art.

so fresh

so clean

the sexy stranger with the bag full of dope...

citywide, cinemascope.


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