Tattoos don't make you cool but sometimes they make other people feel less cool. The sky is out there today. I can feel it breathing spring onto me. Overcast and hot, coffee isn't as good in the summer and here it comes. All the buildings out there are trying to be tall and unbreakable but I can feel their aching arches like I feel my own bones disintegrating. All these flags everywhere are getting on my nerves. All the ugly new, bright and shining, flags commanding control with patriotic comfort; they hang from the gray towers like shrouds draped over the streets of a declining death bed. When I piss and flush I do so with my middle finger in case I want germs thrown with my insults. I just love how our surveillance nation is taking over. Its all so exciting and biblical. Now we have new reasons to watch everything everyone else does seeing that the information age has proved itself unworthy of bankable entertainment.

Hey, you! Your feeling fine. Don't worry. We're here and making sure nothing goes wrong.

The churches have taken to communicating through the bell towers in shame. The editors know everything not to televise. The stripes have learned how not to fade, or rather, how to regenerate through facsimile. Simulacrums of our two thousand mile wide decaying skid row mattress. Now that we have nothing to fight for, except keeping off the streets and out of lockup, what do we do with our fashionable rage? New age flutes can't be the answer but maybe the sun burning out sooner might save us from bricking and barring ourselves in with all these fallaciously serviceable and informed words. Soma slaves to hyperbole woolly mammoths and whining asses whispering more more more ink out of their bowdlerized national headlines and offering free tattoo's for the tragically fucked into being hip "Nothings." More and more, the walled writing reads, God is dead just like punk and flowers and all we have left is our unoccupied selves staring down the end of Henry's "Air conditioned nightmare" barrel and at the beginning of tip toe free will with language our only means of escape.