Amalgam (V.O.)
Some world. This world may or may not be, May Day or polluting victory parade, screaming ticker tape stuck in you’re teeth, oh what a hoarse throated seer! Alright, have to get it out… Maybe better off if I could score but still not slowly lose, pills or magic boos for a new high that just acts like the perfect step ladder… one swiftly pulled out to do whatever job at hand, help you reach in, keep your equipoise, keep your enemies gulled…
How about something that would allow me to walk into a Czechoslovakian wrestling festival as a total stranger in this whatever land of blending inanties, recognizing none of the humor, that ability to get a hold on the power of de-familiarzing it all, making it real funny by really knowing the familiar and accepted…understanding every damn word as the beer is ordered, lewd jokes are shared, secrets told, truths are lied about with honest spit flying, numbers screamed waiting for the actor to catch his breathe, even for just three hours or so of just laid back rhapsody, knowing it all instinctively, right then! Live to rhapsodize another day too! No more reading little words crawling across screens, flaking into irrelevance, making every moment more relevant beyond other communications, even making telepathy more interesting, more polyphonic. Now who wants to take away my inside-outside agents, my beyond narcotic together-maker? We’re not playing revolution here, can’t turn us into a car commercial, dolts biting on the burnout thread, prey to a weasel. We must go on, yes, that’s a yes. We won’t be ratted on, reacted against.