America. There is so much to say. It's bizzarro world, everything is exactly the same, almost. Every once in a while it turns into a David Lynch film. Everyone looks like they're under floresent lights. It's like being trapped in a strip mall. Almost outside, Almost inside, almost safe an awning and a parking lot to save you from the truth. You go store to store never finding exactly what you need, but there's lots of stuff that's close and cheaper. Maybe you buy it and then figure out it's not what you need so you chuck it and keep looking. If you ever stop thinking about yourself and what it is exactly that your looking for you might look up for a second. You'll see all these people, under that bearely flickering, slightly green, cheap industrial lighting, shifty-eyed searching for a weakness, for someone to blame for the piles of discarded 'almosts' around everyone's feet. They toe a line of scared and guilty to self-righteous and accusitory. Fearful of being blamed, waiting for someone to blame for this cheap life the've been sold, for the bad idea's the've swallowed under that false flickering light, quick to anger, quick to fear. In this state, they miss so much, they accept so much. Anything outside the endless mall, the harsh whispers and that greenish, slightly flickering light.
Today's Song of the Day is "People Are Strange" by The Doors off there 1967 album "Strange Days."
Crazt Fact: They made this movie about the door and Val kilmer played Jim Morrison, no lie and Meg Ryan was in it to, crazy wha? Ok ok how about this people take 'pilgrimages' to Jim Morrison grave. weird.
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