Our Suburban Sprawl

Living life every, every minute is not what it’s cracked up to be
Sometimes you get a kick out of a song on the radio
Or witness a surprise move in an extreme fighting tournament
But a lot of the time you’re thinking, I’m trapped,trapped, trapped
Or you pass by slums with a pronounced feeling of not belonging
and cry like an old biddy at a wedding when love fills your heart
To do life, no fudging, deal with the crux?
Sentient being is for the birds

Instead make life one big, empty action sequence,
cultivate self-ignorance,
treat other living things like props
increase your web presence,
mythologize your experiences and generate hype about your achievements,
make up apocryphal stories about how it all went down
and generally blow smoke up your own ass

Follow your piss, like Joseph Campbell said
It’s running down the hill on the side of the road
Shining in the terrible moonlight
Gawd,the stars in the desert are beautiful