A rain of aardvarks

Water pours down from my elbows
as I whisper to the falling pearls
(ripping the silence off:
'I want to be Pavlov's dog'
--eternally captured
in a conditioned waterfall of pleasures.

Catapulted dreams,
while my shampoo blossoms as lemon
(perhaps pear,
I barely can tell the difference)
--midnight shower;
exit to the sea of loneliness
from a river of liquor.

What is the sound of blankets
wrapping up this spiral down?

Originally posted by Seitse
Water pours down from my elbows
as I whisper to the falling pearls
(ripping the silence off:
'I want to be Pavlov's dog'
--eternally captured
in a conditioned waterfall of pleasures.

Catapulted dreams,
while my shampoo blossoms as lemon
(perhaps pear,
I barely can tell the difference)
--midnight shower;
exit to the sea of loneliness
from a river of liquor.

What is the sound of blankets
wrapping up this spiral down?

I am about to set fire
to all these memories;
sparkles made of bits
(of airport afternoons
--sour silences
impregnated with whispers
and promises
I hardly kept.

Pig! Squeak! Squeak!
In the security checkpoint
I get undressed
and ask about the sense
of bombing my afternoons' matress
--or is it that I have turned
into a faceless beat?

Soundtrack starts.

I've been going out with a girl,
her name is Julie
But last night she said to me,
when we were watching telly

(This is what she said)

She said listen John, I love you
But there's this bloke, I fancy
I don't want to two time you,
so it's the end for you and me

Who's this bloke I asked her
Goooooordon, she replied
Not THAT puff, I said dismayed
Yes but he's no puff she cried

(He's more of a man than you'll ever be)

Here we go, two three four

I was so upset that I cried,
all the way to the chip shop

When I came out there was Gordon,
standing at the bus stop

(And guess who was with him? Yeah, Julie, and they were both laughing at me)

Oh, she is cruel and heartless
to pack me for Gordon
Just cos he's better looking than me
Just cos he's cool and trendy

But I know he's a moron, Gordon is a moron
Gordon is a moron, Gordon is a moron

Here we go, two three four

Oh she's a slag and he's a creep
She's a tart, he's very cheap
She is a slut, he thinks he's tough
She is a bitch, he is a puff
Yeah yeah, it's not fair
Yeah yeah, it's not fair

(I'm so upset)

I'm so upset, I'm so upset, yeah yeah

(I ought to smash his face in.)

(Yeah, but he's bigger than me. In't he?)

(I know, I'll get my mate Barry to hit him. He'd flatten him)

(Yeah but Barry's a mate of Gordon's in'e?)

(Oh well, I don't care)

I don't care
I don't care
Cause she's a slag and he's a creep
she's a tart, he's very cheap
she is a slut, he thinks he's tough......

Cables intertwine my sight
chaotic dance of zeros and ones
(locked, unlocked, locked, unlocked;
grasping air and diving again
in a race with a bottomless goal
--looks left, turns right.

Cinnamon and mistletoe
talk to each other within the tea cup
(interest rates, hedged inflation, fixed term.
Just gossip.

Froot Loops talk to me as well, though.
They drown in the bowl
as I drown in their endless stories
of a hotel in a far away land
--'breakfast included' not mandatory;
*mental note*
croissants, scrambled eggs, cheese.
It all tastes like a lonesome flight
to a meeting which was never arranged
though it keeps happening.
Same faces.
Same phrases.

Originally posted by Seitse
Cables intertwine my sight
chaotic dance of zeros and ones
(locked, unlocked, locked, unlocked;
grasping air and diving again
in a race with a bottomless goal
--looks left, turns right.

Cinnamon and mistletoe
talk to each other within the tea cup
(interest rates, hedged inflation, fixed term.
Just gossip.

Froot Loops talk to me as well, though. ...[text shortened]... to a meeting which was never arranged
though it keeps happening.
Same faces.
Same phrases.

Egg raid on mojo!
Egg raid on mojo!
Egg raid on mojo!
Egg raid on mojo!

We dressed all in black
We snuk up around the back.
We began to attack.
The eggs they cracked on mojo's back.
Go!!

Egg raid on mojo!
Egg raid on mojo!
Egg raid on mojo!
Egg raid on mojo!

Gonna fight! Gonna fight! Gonna egg raid tonight!
Gonna fight! Gonna fight! Gonna egg raid tonight!
Egg raid! Gonna die! Eat up mojo al the time!!

Triangle.
Triangle, circle.
Square, triangle, x.
X, x. Circle, x, triangle.
Square.

The clock cannot comprehend
the need to unlock these treasures;
blessings from nowhere
(which await for me
to crown my strategy of detachment.

I ca be someone else.
All I I have to do is...
Triangle.
Triangle, circle.
Square, triangle, x.
X, x. Circle, x, triangle.
Square.