(spoken: This is sort of a...a...I got these chords from Bob Seger...it's kind. of a heartland feeling...sort of approving...). When all is said and done. wanna clip my toenails down down down down down. and put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags. and take them down. down to the town. in a Monte Carlo. with Stevie Nicks. the interior white leather. and you're the last thing on my list. but you're the first thing I'm gonna remember. when I wake up. it's all gonna come to be. the same bad video for twenty years. it's all gonna come to be. optimistic xerox of yourself. it's easier when you're self-made. you can pack it up and put it on the highway. you can fill up the air with bad breath. 'cause it's already polluted and reconstituted. and filtered back into the system. and packaged up. and the space age is running out of distance. it can leap out. and disconnect all the connections. program the appliances to puke on the floor. it's all gonna come to be. self-indulgent. yeah it's all gonna come to be. the same old noise you never wanted to see. Mexican speed-metals things. casserole fruit salad hairgel. self-inflicted life-affirming hell. is that slack?. is that crack?. are those dogs or are those dogmas?. are those clogs or platform shoes. on your feet. take your Johnny Cashmachine. and your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night. like a plane crash. survivors comin' pickin' out the fiberglass and styrofoam. and the love that is breathin'. is the love that is spraypainting. vandalizing everything you own. 'cause it's all gonna come to be. the same bad scene for 20 years. yeah it's all gonna come to be. optimistic xerox of yourself. predictions of debilitating health. whining all night long. whining and dining. climbing into the rafters. shredding your afro. taking karate lessons.