radiapathy

i get out of bed the same way every day - blurry eyed and waiting for the alarm to sing. sing me into fm radiapathy - numb and tired and perfect for the working day.

i get home and turn the cable strobe light on to tell me who i'm not and what my life still lacks. yeah, if i could make a copy of myself, i might... so i could have twice as much of everything.

come, it's time to wake up.

so i tell the world that it can kill its own...
blow itself to smithereens for all i care.

i will ride the wave into its smoking hole. i will be the vulture to its carrion.