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It’s all right
We’ve got nowhere else to be tonight
We’ve got nothing between us to hide
It was a pleasant surprise
To be here in your eyes
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He looked at me, with his piercing visage that’s always ready to tell you like it is. “You’ve loved enough,” he said. “And you have scars, just none that people can see.”
Total Entertainment Forever
Speaking of the future…
Total Entertainment Forever
by FATHER JOHN MISTY
Bedding Taylor Swift
Every night inside the Oculus Rift
After mister and the missus finish dinner and the dishes
And now the future’s definition is so much higher than it was last year
It’s like the images have all become real
And someone’s living my life for me out in the mirror
No, can you believe how far we’ve come
In the New Age?
Freedom to have what you want
In the New Age we’ll all be entertained
Rich or poor, the channels are all the same
You’re a star now, baby, so dry your tears
You’re just like them
Wake on up from the nightmare
Come on
Oh ho oh
Oh
Oh ho oh
No gods to rule us
No drugs to soothe us
No myths to prove stuff
No love to confuse us
Not bad for a race of demented monkeys
From a cave to a city to a permanent party
Come on
Oh ho oh
Oh
Oh ho oh
When the historians find us we’ll be in our homes
Plugged into our hubs
Skin and bones
A frozen smile on every face
As the stories replay
This must have been a wonderful place
~Lyrics from Genius~
“No More”
Vonnegut on TV [Timequake]:
“In the early days of television, when there were only half a dozen channels at most, significant, well-written dramas on a cathode-ray tube could still make us feel like members of an attentive congregation, alone at home as we might be. There was a high probability back then, with so few shows to choose from, that friends and neighbors were watching the same show we were watching, still finding TV a whizbang miracle.
We might even call up a friend that very night, and ask a question to which we already knew the answer: ‘Did you see that? Wow!’
No more.”
Ain’t the future grand?
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I slept, but my heart was awake.
~SONG OF SONGS
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“O Nightingale, thou surely art
A creature of a fiery heart.”
~W. WORDSWORTH
Proximity Problem
Nothing seems permanent here anymore – things and people and my relationship to them. My future with them feels slippery. Things happen, they could go away at any moment, and often do.
I should start saying to people and things, before there is distance:
“Thank you for the pleasure of your proximity. I hope we meet again.”