insert guitar solo here

Like a dog that knows no bone will come out
of barking anymore
Pavlov is done, my canine brain decides
but still with the barking
An entirely misplaced notion of the past
somehow, somewhere, anywhere,
sometime, anytime; that it will happen again

The sun shall rise in the east again
and Pink Floyd’s new album will be just as great
as a dark side of the moon; the moon which has
only dark sides – dark recesses in a vacuum
that hold only a promise that once realised
has to come back : how can it not
meddle wall animals final cut some gilmour stuff
and a few film scores have passed, a few dead people have passed
and each have been promises

While ignorant armies clash at night
i sleep, which is like dying except you wake up
i sleep and when the strings are pulled up
and when the director says let there be light
and there is light, bloody hell – there is light!
the rooster crows or was it the bulging cock straining
to be heard? the chime hits its crescendo
and the alarm bells and the garbage man
assault the last vestiges of the unrealised dream
it must be these things, or i never wake up
and sleeping is actually closer to living than it is to dying
that the eyes while still shut still send hope to the brain
the blind brain that is so blind it says it is not blind
that it can see – nay, feel the little tension in the air
the strings from heaven seem a little too tight
the guitar is going to come in – it always does at just about…
and the world is braille and the walls sing the same song
as the broken heap of glass hope on the side of the room hummed
last night – it is what it is
the missive ricocheting off the blind room
the blind room that sees only more emptiness through
the window and the empty room filled with
the emptiness of it all
why, there was no guitar this time

but emptiness is not a solid snake or a liquid snake
coiling in the mind but smoke that the beaker cannot quite
hold but definitely cannot let go because if it is not empty
there is something and if this something is not emptiness
it must be something else and i
don’t know what it is and i
don’t care what is and i
wish it and emptiness and all volume measuring devices
burst into smoke and like the smoke in the sky
i shall meditate upon it

the smoke fills up the room and fills up the lungs
and the beaker becomes smoke
and the window becomes smoke
and the room becomes smoke
and the air becomes smoke
hi, my name is smoke, how ya doin’?
and the beaker strains under the pure weight of the
smoke and
the string that only I saw I only saw in my head
and then it collapsed

spike is scooby doo is pluto is snowy is timothy is marley is hooch is buck is shiro is seamus is arcanine is kruger is layla is shah rukh khan is doga is snuffles et tu caesar?
bark with me, for i am you!

today is the same as yesterday is the same as tomorrow and so on and on it goes
until the history of it all eats the future from the cup and well the history shits the future at one point of time in the future and the future stinks and here is the funny bit bartender the future stinks and it stinks because it was actually yesterday
cash registers calling in the money time after time just breathe man you’ll get brain damage if you’re always on the run like this and speak to me darling what balloon do you want pick any you want any colour you like and now you just breathe again son and watch the eclipse watch as the moon adorns the sun watch that great gig in the sky and the unsung music in the air speaking of things unsaid calling surfacing louder than words but this is not the place for the guitar

faith and doubt christ and darwin peter and luther all passing the drink in whatever circle of hell dante could conjure up on seeing the beautiful beautiful face of beatrice oh beatrice she talks and she talks and i’ll silence you with a kiss me out of desire babe and no consolation only congratulations and celebrations chocolates that melted like time you’re already done with floyd which one’s pink haha
crying little gemstones into your hand and you told your brother and he told his mother and she told everyone and later your father and your mother and your brother and everyone will beat you to make thousands of little gemstones in your hand and take it away from you precious tears a precious life crying out an entire life into gemstones in the jewellery store and you knew then didn’t you that the human life is priceless getting born a little bit of alcohol a little bit of sex a little bit of money a little bit of room but getting to live priceless priceless dear chap priceless please use this credit card if you thought priceless cannot be counted you’re in for a little surprise
and it is what it is and
it is what it is

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