Multiple choice in a hightech. submission:
like a doorgunner in a Huey; technology cures stupidity?
I want to ease right now, LAZILY
I want to dream away, DROWSILY. Hit...me! Hit...me! Hit...me! Hit...me! Chorus: I bless the EARTH of which we feed,
I bless the AIR in which we breathe,
I bless the SUN burning in sky.
Bliss of the MOON, no reason why
'cause I am HE
that was and is and shall BE,
grappling with fate as old LVB
reading B. of the D. Entropic mort-GAG-ization...meaning DEATH,
desovereignization.
I want to sleep, OK? In the noonday sun.
Let's try to make it this time, ALL RISE!