march of the plastic assholes

seventy-six trombones later
in full digital sound, with 1320 lines of resolution

now on parade

I watched an entire day walk right on by
it's quarter past another hour
I've shaped and shifted each minute
tailor made to suit me
changed every thing that is in my power
except everything that can be changed

honestly, I'm just tired of possibility
I'm ready to make peace with the ugliness of tedium

I need someplace to go be tedius