|This is a haruspex: wake up and taste the orgone
||[Feb. 2nd, 2007|09:31 pm]
|||||The Shins - A Comet Appears||]|
How long has it been? Months, years? Such a long time. What do you mean I just abandoned you? That's silly talk. I've always been right here, I've just had nothing to say. What, never said goodbye? That's bullshit, goodbyes are for people who know they're leaving, and I never went anywhere. Changed? You say that like it's a bad thing. You should have read the auguries. I could have shown you the signs, could have pointed you to the pages now speaking all the louder in the absence. I'm a new man, and you're going to have to live with it. And in five years, where will you be when the novelty zenith appearsl? Huh? When the cyberhippies come gliding on their brightly coloured retrogovers, blasting their cyberpunk foes with surgically executed kundalini strikes? Will you still be whining about change when wolves come out of their sun, and mnemetic virii trigger global epidemics of Oedipal urges?
Your entrails are words and I'm writing a haruspex.
Come on, wake up and taste the orgone.