drinkin' life while you've been nauseous
been thinking real hard about this one ya know
do you sometimes ever wonder if the clouds think about people as much as we do them? do they yawn a gap mouthed yawn & try to make shapes out of our yellow born bodies do they say that’s a fine lass, a real bonnie laddie & send a kiss from the heavens to soothe our worrying aches just yesterday i sprinted upright from my computer to go & ask a second opinion on wether the man i was seeing on a youtube ad was a real person or some AI amalgamation of springs & reticent horrors the test was inconclusive– no one could quite figure out if the man's mouth was moving at a speed a normal mans would when they're trying to explain something to you they're sure a sweet girl like you wouldn't understand or if it was the works of a water- hoarding war- moungering demon computer who we would one day regret putting those hours of Will Smith eating spaghetti prompts into sometimes my own computer feels foreign to me, a secondary thing i cant quite love i’ve written at length before about my distrust of computerss, that no matter the supposed help they bring that being bombarded & lambasted with an ad for the latest adidas sports wear that actually doesn't look much different to last years summer drop right after a kids limbs are blown all to hell isn’t affecting the human psyche on a fundamental level. WELCOME TO THE INTERNET (!) some dude who’s apparently already real adjusted to this new daytime tv reality of ours says with a dash of sarcasm that reminds me that he too must have been in this spot, questioning about where ends meet & if in the long run his ordeal with the landlord & a close shave with the london pavements after dark meant anything when face to face with the ether of suffering that is- THE INTERNET so again i’m back to my base question: do the clouds ever think about this kind of stuff? are they angry that we’ve used their good name as a place for all of our memes & watermarked tik-toks to go to? did the clouds get brain fog the moment it went from clear airways to in air neural pathways of information?. death by electric inhalation. synapses fried if in any shape or form the clouds do think about us, even if it’s in passing then i hope it’s with a prayer; sending down layers of hope, dreams & the sweet sweet harmony with nature we are all missing. if it’s not that then the best i can hope for is smooth fast & efficient annihilation. let the clouds rain down the very data we stored in their bowels– whether in name or not. i imagine the end of the world comes in a wave of blue & silver. static shocks to the system. the sharks smell the blood in the water hey man those are some real weird fishes they spark & pulse– the biblical end times didnt mention this did it? how did moses live without twitter?