The Yellow Brick Road

Hello out there in TV land. Is anybody listening? There is only emptiness and the void and endless possibilities. The lost culture of modernity is writhing in its own madness. Can you feel your mind about to explode? That is called too much information making you retarded. One man cannot know everything. And the way we are defining the universe is making us far too small. We are zooming in on things that are meaningless. Looking out too far in the universe with telescopes is no more revealing than zooming in too close with a microscope. Meaninglessness. There is nothing there but emptiness once you look close enough. It doesn’t mean anything. Why are we driving ourselves insane? Hello, hello. Come in Honolulu. The capsule is expanding. The noodle is dividing like the gyrating spiraling double helix. The snake, the snake, wrapped around the doctors cock. The caduceus. Little deuce coup. A bowl of chicken soup. Endless meaninglessness and Elohim. A hmm hmm hmm. Let me clear my throat. Is it me, or has language become meaningless? It might just be because I graduated from edumacollege with a degree in English. But this jumbled mass of letters we use for communication has trapped us all in the depths of over defined reality which is constantly proved wrong by inventions of the human brain. Or is it the divinity of God? Is there any separation from existence and the creator? It’s just this language. This big fucking tree of knowledge separating us from God, from ourselves. The mustard seed. The mustard seed. Where did that long haired Cross hanging Jew tell us to find God? Where were we supposed to look again? Was it not our own faith which healed us? What? AH. Get me out of here. Ground Control to Major Tom, there is something wrong in here. There is nothing wrong out there. We don’t need to fix anything but ourselves. Help, help, my Ozone is melting. I’m melting, I’m melting. Ding Dong the Witch is Dead. The Wicked Witch, the Witch is dead. That Witch sure used to scare me. The green witch. That scary bitch. Melted her with water, but could have just crushed her skull with a hammer. But for what? She was just a crazy old gal that liked to look into her crystal ball and play with a bunch of flying monkeys up in her dark castle surrounded by bad weather. Why did we have such a problem with that? Did anybody else want to live up there? Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself. We are the Wicked Witch. We are the Good Witch. The yellow brick road. There is a road all the way from Emerald City to the Wicked Witches castle. There is a man behind the curtain who would be a lot happier if he were fucking the Wicked Witch. The Witch is green. Why doesn’t she live in the Emerald City with the scared little man behind the curtain? Happy ending. Fine. Aloha.