you say millions now living will never die can one of you please explain how come the rest of us are going to disappear from the face of this earth because we will you know disappear that is don't think i'll ever get a reply still it's worth asking the tough questions every once in a while just to let them know you're still kicking no i'm not dead yet though i may as well be if time is an abstract as they say we'll never know who the living ones will be say could we say bye to cold hard feelings celebrations lamentation put an end to worrying & all that gas is maybe not quite appropriate in the context of euthanasia maybe not quite part of the lexicon yet but soon will be & soon we'll disappear off the face of this earth & you tell me someone else's got a green light yellow jersey 3rd wind frequent liver bonus life must be drizzle for you, waiting for it to stop when will my bonus life kick in when a terrorist hijacks my plane sets off a bomb killing all of us & will i really die? no of course not you'll simply disappear never fear there's plenty of us down here waiting for your immortal friends to appear on 2nd thoughts i'd rather be plankton that way at least i could disappear in the sea & you'll see a blue whale & inside it me
Author: Davey Dreamnation (page 130 of 240)
Davey Dreamnation (1972–?) is an Australalian musician, vocalist, pirate and record-label owner who now lives 'in the third person'.
like a murder suicide yesterday’s tiffs
became today’s shower of glacial regret
hit on the head by super large moriapo*†
became today’s shower of glacial regret
hit on the head by super large moriapo*†
left winded bruised & read-dead on our
set-list stories of lost orders events
tragedies that come in threes like the
drinks the straws (deadly for dolphins
the lipstick trace a circular argument
nobody heard a thing (or suspected yet
there it is: an empty office & a drill
draw your conclusions or bite your lip
sure of what you’re about to say (next
thing you know there’s a glass in your
hand & tears beside the water fountain
*trans: hangover (Korean)
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just where the instrumental kicks in
i’m down at reception signing names
now she’s back from hell’s other wing
stirring up trouble beneath our skins
clouds sown with rain seeds as down
systems beyond the understanding of
space entrepreneurs see their boring
powers & if they want to photograph
me from space they’re welcome to it
just remember they’ll be dead some
day too (just like walt disney’s head
we’re only information conduits & if
you think they’re watching you then
they are if even a small part of what
we suspect is true then paranoia is
a justifiable state nay natural even &
for those who don’t understand I’m
mad & I’m dead it’s not what passes
through us may be evil or the moon
but for all their talk of legislating
asteroid belts (some poets have no
choice but to submit to the leather
clampdowns clash reruns (i predict
a flash of lightning followed by the
numb acceleration of our particles
through american airspaces despite
secrecy & deniability all it takes to
make spy satellites real is one group
of astral enthusiasts (or nuts we’d
like to call them train a telescope
on the sky behold there’s something
up there look at what’s inside your
own brainstem before you mouth off
about the
†††††††††††††††††††††technically insane†
i’m down at reception signing names
now she’s back from hell’s other wing
stirring up trouble beneath our skins
clouds sown with rain seeds as down
systems beyond the understanding of
space entrepreneurs see their boring
powers & if they want to photograph
me from space they’re welcome to it
just remember they’ll be dead some
day too (just like walt disney’s head
we’re only information conduits & if
you think they’re watching you then
they are if even a small part of what
we suspect is true then paranoia is
a justifiable state nay natural even &
for those who don’t understand I’m
mad & I’m dead it’s not what passes
through us may be evil or the moon
but for all their talk of legislating
asteroid belts (some poets have no
choice but to submit to the leather
clampdowns clash reruns (i predict
a flash of lightning followed by the
numb acceleration of our particles
through american airspaces despite
secrecy & deniability all it takes to
make spy satellites real is one group
of astral enthusiasts (or nuts we’d
like to call them train a telescope
on the sky behold there’s something
up there look at what’s inside your
own brainstem before you mouth off
about the
†††††††††††††††††††††technically insane†
This magnificently-crafted construction, located within the grounds of the University of Melbourne, demonstrates the breathtaking potential of modern architecture, a topic upon which I have recently had occasion to reflect. The smooth, elegant and organic lines of this mysteriously artistic building remind me somewhat of a gum tree, with its attendant leaves, bark and sap. The intricacy of the “branches” elevates the entire structure to a cosmic plane, its swooping lines and fractal geometry spell-binding in their artistry and grace. Over one hundred years in the making, this building was apparently designed to keep growing until it falls over, a somewhat cheeky irony on the part of its architect. Surrounded as it is by glass and steel, this building also speaks of a new renaissance in architecture, one in which the natural world is allowed to thrive, and where the improbable decisions made by nature are deliberately fused with the perhaps more advanced methods of suspension and disbelief. One of the greatest beauties of a building like this (and surely one that should be pointed out again and again to money-grubbing governments and institutions) is that it costs virtually nothing, being self-replicating in its materials and form. It also (uncannily) provides shade and creates a natural ampitheatre at its base (although the building’s susceptibility to lighning strikes, in my opinion, warrants some sort of lighning rod being installed on the “roof”). The synergies between nature and man-made objects are further enhanced in this instance by the curious tendancy of the local birds of sitting in the branches. While the number of staff housed in this building remains unknown, the potential for space-saving through the widespread construction of these kinds of edifices confounds the imagination. Its architects (and the university administration) are to be congratulated for bucking that trend towards enclosed, right-angled and box-like structural design that haunts our every city, and choosing instead to build an open-planned, sunlight-induced monument to this great continent and its floral diversity. Impeccably crafted, moody and transparent in its yearning, this extraordinary brain-spasm will hopefully stand for years to come as an example of bravery, courage and consternation. I hereby name it eucalyptus designus. Thank you for your attention.