hello, I'm Lazy Lazerson!

I should update. but who has time for that these days? here's the reader's digest condensed/conventional wisdom version:
drive to airport: bad
melro leaving town: bad, but do-able
drive home: not as bad, traffice-wise
arrival at work: remarkable on time, and i'm showered
workday: busy
lunch: shamrock-y (aka fabulous)
afternon: time moving at double-time
evening: plans to play with the mpc and Damon

But this really says it all. And so does Emmylous Harris's "Raise the Dead", but I posted that months ago.

and you open the door and you step inside---we're inside our hearts. now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light. that's right, feel your pain, the pain itself, it's a white ball of healing light -- I don't think so.

this is your life. good to the last drop, doesn't get any better than this. this is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. this isn't a seminar and this isn't a weekend retreat. where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like. only after disaster can we be resurrected. it's only after you have lost everything that you are free to do anything. nothing is static, everything is appalling, everything is falling apart.

this is your life this is your life this is your life this is your life this is your life this is your life this is your life it doesn't get any better than this.
this is your life this is your life this is your life this is your life this is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.

you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. you are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. we are all a part of the same compost heap, we are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. you are not your bank account, you are not the clothes you wear. you are not the contents of your wallet. you are not your bowel cancer. you are not your grande latte. you are not the car you drive. you are not your fucking khakis.

you have to give up, you have to give up.

you have to realize that someday you will die, until you know that you are useless. I say, let me never be complete. I say, may I never be content. I say, deliver me from Swedish furniture! I say, deliver me from clever art. I say, deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. I say, you have to give up. I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may.

this is your life this is your life this is your life this is your life this is your life this is your life this is your life it doesn't get any better than this.
this is your life this is your life this is your life this is your life this is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.

you have to give up. you have to give up.