Job, job, job, work, paycheck, work, work, paycheck...
I am leaving my body. My hands are the register. Smashed in the register. I am watching myself from above. Smashing my hands in the cash drawer. My fingers break and bleed. I am screaming, but there is no sound coming out. All I hear is other people screaming. All I see is blood soaked money....What day is it? Friday?
Job, job, job, work, work, time, work, time, time....
I am getting fucked by a man who has no face. It hurts and he doesent care. There is a mirror above the bed so I can watch myself getting older. Watch my blood spill. Watch my back split open and my guts explode. "You were 10 minutes late!" says the man with no face as he plows into me, harder and harder. I notice there are quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies, mixed with the blood that is spraying out of me. It doesent hurt anymore....Nothing hurts when your dead..
Job, job, job, money money, time....
I am tied to a bed with a million dollars dangling above my head. There are people who look like doctors staring at me. Disembodied voices filter into my stream of conciousness. Am I dreaming? Am I hallucinating? Am I dead? One of the docs leans down and presses his masked face to mine. He is sweating profusley, beads of his filthy sweat drip down his forehead into my eyes, infecting me with his disease. I can feel it burrowing into my dna. Then he asks me...
"How long do you wish to live??"
Forever...
"How much money you got???"
?????!!....
"Allright, lets cut this one.."
Job, job, cash, money, time, fuck, fuck, fuck....
I am standing in front of a classroom full of children. Thier eyes are dull and drugged. The "teacher" is a tall, skinny metallic cylinder with a microchip for a brain that periodically mists each child with a strange gas whenever one of them dares to move a muscle.
Why are you doing this?
"I am an assigned psychiatric nurse, all of these children have A.D.D and must be managed.."
Do you even know what CAUSES A.D.D???
".........."
"That is classified information. You will be subject to a 10,000 dollar fine for inqiring about classified information.."
At this point the robot/teacher extends a long appendage and gasses me. I wake up dead, 12 years later...
Dead, lie, work, work, paycheck, don't ask, don't ask, don't ask...
I am walking through a gutted shopping mall after the latest war. The president has asked the civilians that the only way we can triumph over our enimies is to act as if nothing is wrong, even though we are clearly losing the battle. Mothers push the corpses of thier children in strollers as they shop for pantyhose. Disemboweled retail clerks sit behind shattered counters gasping, in shock. Gaggles of teens who have just contracted the most recent mutation of airborne AIDS sit at food court tables sipping Orange Julius's and comparing abcesses and Kaposis lesions. Elderly couples line up at the Hickory Farms sample counter to try thier newest product that has been relesed for a limited time to help alliviate some of the stress of the current world situation.
"Heroin on a stick."
Job, job, job, job, job, job, job.....
I am running, running, running in a dream.
Running through a forest that no longer exists.
I am slinding down the muddy bank of a polluted lake.
Terrified, for my life.
I dive into the gore that used to be water.
I am swimming, swimming, swimming to the center.
All I can hear is my heart pounding in my exploding skull.
I reach the center, the water begins to rumble and erupt.
Thousands of centuries worth of corpses begin to bubble up to the surface, shoving me upwards, screaming twards the sunless sky.....
Job, job, cash, money, yes, yes, yes,,
I give you your change.
I wonder how anyone can determine the woth of a peice of fucking paper or a few tiny little circular hunks of metal, anytime, anyplace, anywhere in the world...
Class, class, class, money, cash, class, clash..
I see a man standing on the corner of a rain slicked street who has suddenly realized the truth. He falls over dead. A scrawny teenaged methamphetamine addict rushes up to his corpse and rifles through the pockets of his clothing for a few bucks. Just a few minutes of your time now expired.....
Job, job job, job, job......................
(to be continued..)
I am leaving my body. My hands are the register. Smashed in the register. I am watching myself from above. Smashing my hands in the cash drawer. My fingers break and bleed. I am screaming, but there is no sound coming out. All I hear is other people screaming. All I see is blood soaked money....What day is it? Friday?
Job, job, job, work, work, time, work, time, time....
I am getting fucked by a man who has no face. It hurts and he doesent care. There is a mirror above the bed so I can watch myself getting older. Watch my blood spill. Watch my back split open and my guts explode. "You were 10 minutes late!" says the man with no face as he plows into me, harder and harder. I notice there are quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies, mixed with the blood that is spraying out of me. It doesent hurt anymore....Nothing hurts when your dead..
Job, job, job, money money, time....
I am tied to a bed with a million dollars dangling above my head. There are people who look like doctors staring at me. Disembodied voices filter into my stream of conciousness. Am I dreaming? Am I hallucinating? Am I dead? One of the docs leans down and presses his masked face to mine. He is sweating profusley, beads of his filthy sweat drip down his forehead into my eyes, infecting me with his disease. I can feel it burrowing into my dna. Then he asks me...
"How long do you wish to live??"
Forever...
"How much money you got???"
?????!!....
"Allright, lets cut this one.."
Job, job, cash, money, time, fuck, fuck, fuck....
I am standing in front of a classroom full of children. Thier eyes are dull and drugged. The "teacher" is a tall, skinny metallic cylinder with a microchip for a brain that periodically mists each child with a strange gas whenever one of them dares to move a muscle.
Why are you doing this?
"I am an assigned psychiatric nurse, all of these children have A.D.D and must be managed.."
Do you even know what CAUSES A.D.D???
".........."
"That is classified information. You will be subject to a 10,000 dollar fine for inqiring about classified information.."
At this point the robot/teacher extends a long appendage and gasses me. I wake up dead, 12 years later...
Dead, lie, work, work, paycheck, don't ask, don't ask, don't ask...
I am walking through a gutted shopping mall after the latest war. The president has asked the civilians that the only way we can triumph over our enimies is to act as if nothing is wrong, even though we are clearly losing the battle. Mothers push the corpses of thier children in strollers as they shop for pantyhose. Disemboweled retail clerks sit behind shattered counters gasping, in shock. Gaggles of teens who have just contracted the most recent mutation of airborne AIDS sit at food court tables sipping Orange Julius's and comparing abcesses and Kaposis lesions. Elderly couples line up at the Hickory Farms sample counter to try thier newest product that has been relesed for a limited time to help alliviate some of the stress of the current world situation.
"Heroin on a stick."
Job, job, job, job, job, job, job.....
I am running, running, running in a dream.
Running through a forest that no longer exists.
I am slinding down the muddy bank of a polluted lake.
Terrified, for my life.
I dive into the gore that used to be water.
I am swimming, swimming, swimming to the center.
All I can hear is my heart pounding in my exploding skull.
I reach the center, the water begins to rumble and erupt.
Thousands of centuries worth of corpses begin to bubble up to the surface, shoving me upwards, screaming twards the sunless sky.....
Job, job, cash, money, yes, yes, yes,,
I give you your change.
I wonder how anyone can determine the woth of a peice of fucking paper or a few tiny little circular hunks of metal, anytime, anyplace, anywhere in the world...
Class, class, class, money, cash, class, clash..
I see a man standing on the corner of a rain slicked street who has suddenly realized the truth. He falls over dead. A scrawny teenaged methamphetamine addict rushes up to his corpse and rifles through the pockets of his clothing for a few bucks. Just a few minutes of your time now expired.....
Job, job job, job, job......................
(to be continued..)