Music Is My Radar.

Best applied, when your brain is trying to rip itself out
of the cranium. You to the music, and you let it point the way
for you. You don't need to process, you don't need to comprehend.
In fact, its should be the way to go, for most of the general populace.

Every one would have to listen to Julie Andrews, belching
out about the hills coming alive with the sound of music,
or singing about a doe being a deer.


It would be a beautiful, world.


A wonderful world.


Where everyone is decent, and every one holds no guarded
ill will. There'd be no hypocrisy, there'd be no more lying,
there'd be no more tears and no more sadness.

Everyone would be happy and rich, and there'd be butterflies and
little bunny rabbits all over the roaming freely in the lush, green
garden of the world.

But you know, in reality, that world would have bulldozers,
running over that garden, and the bunnies getting hunted
for their meat.


Real life bites.

I probably need something for this bout of depression.
Maybe something to hurt, little bunnies or cheating bitches.

You know, the like.
Man, am I messed up.