Prisonfood/Wet Trash - The Booblicker
I've wrapped my head in 500 yards of plastic cling wrap and boarded the plane for Maui, my shoes are too high and I've got a pocket full of carpet nails. The inflight movie is wheeled out, a 16 mm old-time projector and when it's turned on it hums, flickers and rattles...dust in the air is illuminated. The film appears to be melting as it's projected, creating a psychedelic light show in the cabin with ominous overtones pointing towards immenent disaster. I ring the bell and a butler comes, a half naked robot, and pours me a glass of red tempura paint and hands me three ping-pong balls and a rubber band. I seem to know what to do, regardless. I pull out a transistor radio and try speaking into it, nothing happens. How am I going to survive this flight?
This is how this tape sounds right now, as I ride a bus on a sunny day.
A keeper.
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