i live here, but i don't want to.
i want to live in a land where computers grow on trees - itaniums and G5s. I want to peck on keys and click on mice, i want to create pretty pages, i want my own studio and protools, i want to download full-length fuck movies in five seconds and jack off when i get tired of recording myself playing the steadiest beats on my 3000-piece Tama set. I want bucketsfull of Tylenol and Ephedra, I want an IV flow of nicotine jammed in my arm at all times. i want my own personal library filled with hardcover editions of all my favorite books. i want a switch on my forehead that immediately alleviates writer's block and migraine headaches. i want to eat nothing but pringles and donut sticks for the rest of my life and never gain a pound. i want a rechargeable battery pack installed in my abdomen so i never have to sleep. i want nuts the size of pineapples and a yard long cock. i want to fuck every girl i take the notion to and still remain faithful to my wife. i want a libido the size of which the world has never known and the ability to make good. i want to dematerialize in one place and materialize anywhere else in the world by mere thought. i want to be crowned dictator of the world and have my first and only command be that all rules everywhere for the rest of time be abolished. I want to gather all copies of the bible and the koran and every religious book, pamphlet, leaflet, newsletter, and tract and with them create a massive bonfire over which we'll cook smores and next to which all the smart and attractive people in the world will have a month-long orgy.
