Dimentia's Cure...
Fill the crevices of the brain with the fine putty of prescription drugs.
Line the personality with sugar coated behavior bubblewrap.
Leave living to those that can stand being alive.
Reality not satisfying?
Tune into the media.
Feel hopeless and apathetic?
Pick up an addiction.
Danger to ourselves?
Invoke Darwinism.
A danger to others?
Bounce your way to the rubber room.
Turn the knob and feel the morphine drip.
Calm yourself my pet.
Count backwards from negative one.
Walk through the threshold.
Each step further distances you from your own mind.
Let existence become linear.
Tunnel-vision toward the kaleidoscope future.
One pixel at a time.
Breathe deeply into the mask.
Feel your head lighten and lift.
Look below to see your body float away upstream.
Head bobbing in the waves.
The itch has become a tingling numbness.
Buried in the sands of time.
Don't squirm you'll sink quick.
Walk the tightrope above the valley.
Bite down on your rubber doggy toy.
Sit, stay, good boy.
Now you may feel a bit of a tingle.
ZZZZSSSHSHSHHSHSSHHHZZZZTTTTTT!
Don't worry I'm a doctor, I know what I'm doing.
Increase the voltage.
Dim down the lights.
It's too dark to find yourself.
[sigh]
Line the personality with sugar coated behavior bubblewrap.
Leave living to those that can stand being alive.
Reality not satisfying?
Tune into the media.
Feel hopeless and apathetic?
Pick up an addiction.
Danger to ourselves?
Invoke Darwinism.
A danger to others?
Bounce your way to the rubber room.
Turn the knob and feel the morphine drip.
Calm yourself my pet.
Count backwards from negative one.
Walk through the threshold.
Each step further distances you from your own mind.
Let existence become linear.
Tunnel-vision toward the kaleidoscope future.
One pixel at a time.
Breathe deeply into the mask.
Feel your head lighten and lift.
Look below to see your body float away upstream.
Head bobbing in the waves.
The itch has become a tingling numbness.
Buried in the sands of time.
Don't squirm you'll sink quick.
Walk the tightrope above the valley.
Bite down on your rubber doggy toy.
Sit, stay, good boy.
Now you may feel a bit of a tingle.
ZZZZSSSHSHSHHSHSSHHHZZZZTTTTTT!
Don't worry I'm a doctor, I know what I'm doing.
Increase the voltage.
Dim down the lights.
It's too dark to find yourself.
[sigh]


3 Comments:
I"m afraid that if i dive into your archives i may not return.
All here is fair and true and you have struck me with the similarity between our current state and the state Augustus of Rome fought with such vigor to restore to a pious, moral society. Our hope rests with a leader who understands the world, past and present, and the repetition of History.
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St. Stefan, at 7:02 PM
You are too kind. I'm surprized I got two comments in a single day, and neither one was about how I'm going to hell. I've seen each of your blogs and you are both talented writers. I'm honored by your praise. Thank you.
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T.S. Idiot, at 10:40 AM
Well, it must have been good because it scared me and I can't explain why.
Maybe I'm in a scare-able mood today.
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