antihero

i like slow empty mornings with nobody bothering me. never liked waking up with others. people have their morning routines and are still caught between dream worlds and back to the slogville. have had phases where i get up real early, go outside and explore the forests. all kinds of creatures out and about that you will never see otherwise because they (like me) are afraid of humans. 

coffee is essential. anyone who tells you otherwise is lying or is just a useless turd brain. we need coffee to thrive! it is part of the morning ceremony to celebrate the new day. put on some good music. tea will never work or some stupid gay juice or smoothie. anyways you want to limit yourself regarding all the purification and health protocols. they kill the old culture and you already know what i think about that. the robots are coming and you are just making it easy for them. is that what you want?

we need rocknroll. we need hollywood. we need motels. we need to cool our obsession with being happy and perfect always and having zero tolerance for the quiet still silent moments where nothing is happening but everything is possible. cigarettes help. i know they can be very expensive these days which is why i dont smoke currently and i really suck at rolling and refuse to learn although i am considering a pipe. the packs are hidden behind the counter in a locked metal box and even if you get one, they are smeared with cancerous photos on the package ruining the artwork and by then the mood is ruined. remember when a pack of red marlboros made you feel like a real cowboy for just one moment on your coffee break at the telemarketing office? but no. they took even that way. it’s all gone. 

i’m telling you folks, the robots are coming and you are allowing them to just walk into your most sacred spaces. that is the most frightening part. orwell’s 1984 is about what china has become by force. huxley’s brave world is about what you have become by your own willingness! a pleasure whore addict. that is what you are and i get it because i am not that different myself. i just talk tough online and who knows what the hell it is i even do all day or how i pay the bills. i do what i have to okay? so get off my back jack. 

but worry not my friend. your savior has arrived. and these new songs i am working on will give you the jambo juice you need to fight these bastards! i think i might give you some samples first until i get down and dirty with what i am now calling “scandinavian sundance” in 7 acts. i just have to be smart in how i go about releasing this stuff to you wild romance deprived cookie monsters. and make sure i dont give away too many secrets. i know you like your heroes nice and mysterious but not too nice. it is a real balancing act to get it right. luckily i have wisdom from almost 2 decades of failure standing loyal by my side. and before that, a happy childhood with no preparation for hard times. 

i would be lying to you dear reader if i said i haven’t rehearsed award acceptance speeches. in fact i have different options depending on the vibes. might play it cool or go to town on politics and let the celebs have it! who knows. might just pretend i don’t even care and stay home. as if worldly things do not matter to me. or just sell out completely and let the moment capture me.

oh and in case you are wondering i am currently reading the novel atlas shrugged. but i read slow because i am always starting a million books. i don’t want to own anything. when i leave and set sail on my world travels, i am getting rid of everything. all i need is guitar, notebook, pen, backpack with some clothes and… rocknroll highways that go nowhere. i will just travel with one novel and when finished trade it for a new one. a good pair of snakeskin boots would be fun.
well, better get back to work.