Shopping List on an Airplane

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Wallflower
Jules Verne

Shopping list on an airplane
Commercialism completed complemented (W00T proper grammar) by the man on my right
Left: window: 10000 feet no commas
Static forces draw my hair like a halo of poor hygiene
But of course
There home back again
It’s a place not just a space in time or a direction I swear
The language gets in your blood with its fucks and damns but can we really communicate in blown up expletives and shorthand?
Postmodern femininity feels the death of sex the death of intimacy if we are everywhere we are nowhere if sex is everywhere it is nothing there is nothing left because everything is there to see
No veils
The veil was what made it lovable because we always love what we cannot see and once we see it we call our lawyers
My English teacher called this stoner thought so why am I still thinking this after being sober for a year?
Stream of consciousness is the greatest reality
All else is contrived
Too much thought goes into trying to create a product
You are reading me and I am not a commodity to be shaped into reader preferences using an app on your smart phone
You are plugged into the vast machine; everywhere is watching you and you are clueless like a child about to fall out of the safety seat of a roller coaster
Because this is not the movies
There are no checks and balances
You are part of a business operation, a larger objective
Welcome to the present, you already know your way around


You are the mirror attached to the back of my mind
If I turn around to look you’ll be gone as if you never existed
Orpheus gives a chuckle
Hopelessly alive in the cliché of currentness
Love is a codeword for intangibility
How many of you fools do I need to toss into the void before it fills up
Like a landfill
No, not special, just number 10 in a limited series
Your pass grants you special privileges and can be revoked at any time
Screw metaphor, metanarrative
Derrida only began to scratch the surface
Wonder if he too would fantasize about throwing screaming toddlers into blenders on cross country flights
Thanks to the internet that thought could earn me worldwide infamy and a new laptop
Boo-Yah-Cah-Shaw to abusive mothers on aisle twenty-three
Whatever happened to that test people should take before having kids?
Too late man
One greasy assface who looks like a rockstar and acts like Russell Brand can create an indie angel in miniature
At least he doesn’t slap his kids
Look lady on aisle twenty-three
The louder you yell, the louder your baby will scream
Direct relationship
Basic scientific thought
Now why doesn’t the 21st century have cones of silence yet?