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Citizen Fish >>
I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head, checking out the rumors that I meant just what I said. They've drawn so many chalk lines that I may as well be dead. On the blackboard, on the pavement, but I won't eat what I am fed. I've seen the public access but they wouldn't' let me in. Conformity has a dress code and I'm two stone over thin. And anyhow the chances are they wouldn't let me in. Presumptions give the innovator no chance to begin. It's either "be one step ahead" or "keep up with the rest." There's so many messages telling me they know what's best. I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knowing on my head. They've opened up the corridors and left the doors ajar with anoraks and plastic bags the consumer can go far. Ashtrays fill and pinball's tilt to emphasize the scars of a society raised on promises falling back on credit cards. So let's go on a cathode raid and steal some empty minds. Fill 'em full of hopes and dreams and call it 'leisure time'. There's a guy who's go no TV and we've got him on the line, stay de-tuned for further progress; here are a few things you can buy. I've strolled across the empty roads as predestrianos stare at lights to turn from red to green to get from there to there. Billboard faces mock attention, given unaware. Reliance on subliminals and a defiance of being scared. And there's a token comic at the bottom of the page. It isn't very funny, but we're laughing anyway. Smiles are hard to come by when the picture starts to fade and someone's favorite punch line is another person's wage. I've thought in terms of relaxation, on giving tings a rest, cause the constant realization leaves presumptions in a mess. But every turn in the situation seems to be a test; a dotted line for the mind to sign away it's intellect. But not me, not yet. The altered state of reality that's printed, screened and said is feeding time for the mind that knows of nothing else instead. Keen to kill the essential will of refusing to be fed, I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head.
