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the aeroplane flies high, turnes left, looks right. the aeroplane knows that it is alone in it's drama bones. madness, preconceptions, ray gun logics run and spit and rationalized until a whole chprus of mug wumps, blue in the face from yelling their divisive mantras, run out of youth breath and just plain give in to the spirit of the whole damn apple. face it, you love it, it's fun for one and all, and for all you know te earth spins on it's rusty axis just beacuse of it. the aeroplane moves whether you want it to or not. cram packed with fuel injected jet missle action, this is a war motherfucker and don't you forget it for one second. it is us versus them, and if you're giving in then you're giving up. all the names don't mean shit. ugly, beautiful, pretentious, arrogant, old, tired, happy, sell outs, careerists, transcendent, hypnotic, trippy, spellbinding, numb, egocentric, solipsistive empty, hollow, shallow, lost, 70's, 60's, 80's, 20's, long einded, phony, grand, the worst, the best, creepy, cranky, desperate.... the aeroplane flies higher, faster, stronger. there isn't much time for maybes, even goodbyes sometimes. dust settles, the arcwelders come out and reconstruct the obvious, and we are all left holding the blur. life will always be a sentimental way, you can vivisect it all you want. bloond and will are indivisible. the aeroplane flies high, turns left, looks right. the worls pisses a silver stream to let you know it is there. on the other side of the slipstream of countless thoughtless thoughts. it shatters and divides into a million fragments becauselife is not a lifestyle choice. we are not a fashion accessory. music is god's bones creaking plusure, amusement, even occasional approval. we salute you all with a crack of the back, a baseball bat and a smile. god bless us all, for what we think and feel is all we really have. but when is too far far enough. no limit that i ever knew really matters. there is strength in the dirt of your garden sorrows, there are no more tomorrows, only blissed todays, purple and immeasuable in stature and stealth, because the sun sneaking around behind your sneaky back, can you hear us because if you can't we will turn it up till you ears bleed nascent approving harmony. it's all good, and don't you forget it. the fourth wall is down and deserves to stay down, because all you are really watching in others is yourself, the third generation t.v. reflection. time is never time it all. there is no time, no heartbeats, no babies, no french fries, just spider web strung to oscillate the fever pitch of blandkind, oops i mean mankind. once the sonic dart leaves your fingers, it is hard to get back. scratch, sniff, observe, obey, deceive, distort, disarm it all, the bomb is on and ticking. we know but we ain't telling anyone anything, because we know nothing. "t.v. generation x.y.u.," zero command calling, capt. coconut sounds the alarm, every band you ever liked has reformed and is playing on a single bill, one night only at the bottom of the ocean. once it is gone there is no going back, and it is never ever the same. wave to the magic balloons with your names attached, 5 zillion strong circling the precious earth in search of a friend in search of another. i hope you all find what you need in whatever hole you peer down, whatever cloud you peek behind, let the disaster dukes masticate on the green grass of hope and love. this year is the most joyous and happy, mournful and sad year i have known. life is good bleats the bleating hearts, and it keeps on bleating like an 808. never ever forever tomorrow comes, new dawns blisters, new songs to be sung. the aeroplane flies high, turns left, looks right. the aeroplane knows you know, sings the songs of truth, of redmption, of sorrow. look no further than your dirty feet.
--billy

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