in the tailpipe

i want to be in the middle of the road where the streetlights reflect black and slick rain puddles.

the overwhelming of the dark is coming soon and soon we will have to stop putting bright orange amber and red lights on every car and bicycle and vest and pole and sign and barricade and furniture. safety is first and last on the road where the leves pile up in the drain gutter. no one can hear you there. be careful to not drop the mayonaise on the road when you pull a quick left turn bicycle manouveur as there is no going back to get it. that's right.

once when I was there too jizz all over the robot the blade runner was sad about his lost time and memory. bleeding rape it is ok and just in hollywood because the screen is so sexy to have our violence give the children meaning to build their lives under. we are hypnotising ourselves to watch our own suicide and loving to cheer. barbed wire fences know best how we can never turn back and remember to share with those on the other side of the glass. the factory doesn't work overtime anyway because you don't turn those sorts of things off and the server has a redundant RAID like microsoft array of drives to prevent data loss if one or several of the HDD should fail. the mirror factory also has an IPv6 redundant gateway server to keep up the hardlink to the factory in China so that never does production cease.

so that's it, the bumpernuts of it all.