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television, all hail pixelated god of
fantasy, murder scape and
fuck a sore channel digit
I sit with a network intervenes plan
with a stable diet of my pirate
yo, the is in, the doctor is on
born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to in every home
lead a blue screen, dream canope
victim of the cursed nursed drunk support team
ooh, I all advertisements
though accused by robot news who capture and pollute
spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic
please me, please calm me, please make me a zombie
I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit
now, twenty century plagued
dispersed to eyed glamour addict patients
patrons
blue be the banners, well, sure I'll be a Marine
with a clean sword and uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream
and I abide great idiot box supply, fuzz vapor,
black out of New York, hey honey, get the
I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', electric secret
never to miss the AM oasis
my name is a heart, sloppy obligation
turn my stilt into my and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station
make reality scrambled and suck the out of a hidden vandal
and loving minute of the gimmick, change the channel

plug it in, turn it on, prop me up the couch
lights out, I ever gonna have to leave my house
dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a tyrant
let my clean dissolve through the appliance

it in, turn it on, be my mother when she's gone, great
wipe the spittle off my chinny-chin during the
if I gotta go I'mma do it for the love of all television kind
and that's fine, and fine...

make me a star, I wanna touch
hold me suspended in a dream, mearly inches the screen
deleted passions to one electron monster
crucify my little to the monitor
it feels good, turn on, tune in
zoom in to hug the bug up in your function
but the seem to love it
yes mother, me and discovery
and heard the static flock to where I
by the glow of that magic box big
stereo mastered often kill the seekers, eyes spiraling
tangled in the star spangled
I can turn from toxicated
and all the kings horses abort the loyalty to
the fortress
riddle me glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my sleeping head
I'll be by morning anyway
my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets
to feel the magnetic seal picket
I commercials twenty four-seven
I shop from my bed and set an
example for all my overworked, underpaid
I bond with a sick of correspondent
and circuitry circus
with allegiance pledged beyond the glass
adamant within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts
zero addict, immaculate
it goes- big screen, little screen, any do
just let me hold the controller and I won't have to you

plug it in, it on, let my little eyes glaze
screens lined up along the borders of the maze
I see the five day forecast, fourteen days in advance
so I can get my two weeks notice time the sun dance

plug it in, turn it on, silent fix better nothing
let a once divine soul the functions of the hypnotist
the viciousness, ridiculous, peaking a dummy's
touch the power meet your maker, ain't that something?

it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday afternoon
fix the antenna, sit and let disaster bloom
it's a beautiful sight, a most ugly intention
but I taste it everyday and bathe the consequences

plug it in, it on, never once have you talked back to me
majesty, I love you, I despise you
my everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad
come along with me, my friend for the glorious sensation