Jay Miner
The intensity of a man on death row.
feb. 2000

     I want to be a hero and tap dance drunk on the edge of a machete. I want to be a stallion and stampede all over a room full of idiots. I want to bust loose on nitrous oxide and swing from the circular ceiling fan. I want and I want and I want, but wishing is for a sap. The wishing well has run dry and it's time to drag matters into the hands of the man.
     Above me the sky and the world at large roll forward and scrape time and age with them, I am young and full of unfortunate regression and yet growing old by the minute and hoping the mirror would hold on and give me a chance to breathe. Below me is an empty room that was once full. To my right is a drink of gin in a clear glass. In my hand is a pen, which scribbles insanely on dead wood parchments for some reason. The season is insane in front of me and out the window the trees shake and billow. Behind me, rests an electronic device, which could possibly transpose these thoughts and ideas and maxims into a world of hunger at the speed of light. I don't know if any of you are getting any of this, but that is a direct reflection of life at large and the lessening of communication gaps always will be our biggest obstacle. Words do not work and music only serves to confuse us further. Basic raw emotion is all that is left, and if we were to remove our deficits and tongues and useless dialogue, I can promise a scene of true love where one lays it all out with the execution of physical gesture.
     Please do not share any of what I share with you with the authorities. I have taken it upon myself to bring us all closer together. I never wanted to hurt anyone or strip mothers and fathers from their offspring. But the seeds have been sewn. The lights have been KO'd to the ground. General anesthesia has been utilized like the raw physical power of an army full of men and women insane on lust. The scalpels may have brownish tinted stains upon their handles but I can promise that the intent was as pure as the sun that rises to the east of here. There may be Ku Klux Klansmen that will run wild with the minds of the African. There may be born again pagans that carry the weight of the catholic brain plasma. It has been a vivid yet rapid experiment that has yielded results too trippy to run an analysis on. I just wanted more than life itself for you to see what I see and for us all to connect on a cosmic level above the heavens.
     Before it all hits the fan I think I should leave this town and the planet. I always wanted to be a dancer, but I could never get the shit off my shoes.

Jay Miner

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