Please excuse the maniacal laugh, my man's just said the Earth's not flat. A ratatattat hit the crash like a dummy on the wheel, I bleed so funny I feel its unreal. Is this really happening or is it a daydream with a bit of pitterpatter perhaps? I'm hanging in a half suspension, the tension of a thread tied to balloons to relax. I've been running for years, I've been crawling for longer, think I got enough fuel to burn a few more days. Running out of helium gas, it's no laughing matter when your matter goes grey. There won't be sunshine every day. It's just the only way we'll ever feel safe. Oh well, well we'll never feel safe. Ok. I don't mean to startle any carbon based forms in the place with the facts of our fabrication. Statistics are made up or sad or suffer bad habits of manipulation. Me, I'm made up from duct tape a little silly putty, I got battery acid and a bolt in the brain.

You best believe that the best emcee in the world's had to forcefeed an ego a San Pelligrino or a cappucino in his least favorite casino. As for me, always been a fan of risk. I really really can't resist it. If there's something to the prophecy of Nostradamus then I missed it. I insist that this appocalyptic event you think is about to happen is only gonna happen if you let it happen, so don't let it happen. Don't let it happen. Tell me, can you count past two? I can count past seven! My calendar continues past the weekend. Nevertheless I've elected Monday my day to sleep in 'cause I am the A.M. crackle and hum. Transistor in the back of the lung. My antenna broke off with momentous pain at the same moment that it landed and stung. I'm trapped in the seat between the busdriver and the bums babbling. I'm unraveling.

I've got a test tube and I've got a shot glass. Now which one do you wanna put the world in? I'm versed in scientific nonsense that's so detrimentally certain. I've got the perfect version of my story and the worst environment that I could ever tell it in. They got six packs of bibles at 7-11 and I like the packaging that they sell 'em in. I'm gambling on being gullible as I am dreamless in a deep sleep. Listen to the beep beep beep beep beep beep of your alarm clock. I've been building a super computer from the common household objects I found, down in a bomb shelter with investors that didn't ever wanna be underground. Put us in a Western. Put us in a Wal-Mart. I'll try to be a better consumer. It's always been up for grabs now but I'm in the market for a better future.

Stop lying to us. We are no fools. We all had recognized Super Man before he had removed his glasses. Do you really think we can swallow anything? No one will ever trust a white guy with a red afro hair cut. The truth started propagating. A man eating cheeseburgers every day would be twice as big as this guy. Do you really think we can swallow anything? I just recently discovered on the back of a Trivial Pursuit card that Ronald McDonald was the first fastfood icon to appear live publicly in front of people in Washington DC circa 1971.