accordingly. (Do you remember when you wondered whether the people you
watched on television could watch you? Now you know, don't you?) And 2074 happened twice. Once in
the soil and once in the spirit and they all began acting accordingly. Next year will be the
third year 2074 happened; 2074 will always be with us. That is what they said. Did you
listen?
I listened and did
not learn. I couldn't be the language. I couldn't hide in the same time, couldn't stand for the
old, or whisper soft things counting me to sleep like tallied sheep. They pushed my button. I
know they pushed my button. I heard the connections made in my brain. I died in my sleep and was
changed into someone else on a silver screen. I used to be a book. I'm a lie. I know I'm a lie
but I am very important. That makes all the difference. You can be punished for not
listening.
(COCKTAIL
CONVERSATION TAPE, HOME OF IRON EYES CODY, HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA, 2074-Please file under possible
blackmail material.)
Did we push your
brain button? Did you die in your sleep? Will you ever know if we made you into someone else? If
we changed you from a movie to a book? Did your whole life flash before your eyes at the last
moment? Remember, we saved you from 2075. And only white men flash through their lives at the
last moment, only white men want to watch home movies. Remember, we saved you from 2075. Trust
us. Be true to yourself, ethnic one, less you be undone, as it is, in playback. The signal fades
with every playback. Save your strength. Magnetism loves you, be kind to its home, the tape.
Remember, you have your place with your race and are taped accordingly. Take your hand off the
silver screen. We don't want to push your brain button. You are the book, and as we told you
many times before, you can't re-edit anymore. Put your faith in the tape, rest your mind, we
shall watch you watch us, we shall not unwind. Spectators are participators. Do not make us push
your brain button. Repeat. Do not make us push your brain button.
Finish that
moccasin, make it accordingly. Sew that bead choker today. Do it for the tape, for your records
must be complete. Nobody likes to push your brain button. Stay tuned.
(THIS INFORMATION
RROADCAST ON A CELLULAR LEVEL AS A PUBLIC SERVICE TO ETHNIC MINORITIES, CHANNEL, CODE, AND
REVISIONS AS SPECIFIED. THIS BIOCAST SPONSORED BY THE CHURCH OF LATTER DAY ELECTRONIC ENGINEERS.
REMEMBER, WE'LL SEE YOU AT THE BOX OFFICE NEXT SUNDAY. AND MAY ALL YOUR HOLOGRAMS, BE HAPPY
ONES.)
We made you whole.
We made you fit the pattern. We broadcast day and night. We make decisions for you. Take your
hand off the silver screen. You are interfering with the projectionist. Yes, we listen, we tell
you, you are a book, and having been written, you cannot cancel a line of it. Act
accordingly.
(ALL
TRANSFORMATIONS ARE CLEAR. FORGIVE US OUR TRANSMISSIONS, DONE WHILE YOU SLEEP, AS YOU LAY IN YOUR
BED, A HAND OF HOPE CRUMPLED UNDER YOUR CHEEK.)
Remember when we
wondered how technology would affect us? Then we woke up suddenly, not enjoying the long, long
journey and at that moment a jet screamed through the air, whipping across the sky like a death
overhead. On the beach, children tried
to leap into a jet's shadow. How fleeting we were.
(FROM THE
SUPPRESSED VIDEOPOEMS OF IRON EYES CODY.)
I used to.be a
dancer now I'm happily possessed. I used to sinfully clothe myself in the central facts of our
time. Now, because of the lucky cleavage of men into actors and spectators, I remain
undressed.
I know you care; I
know you'll never cut across my transmission lines. Ill learn and look. I'll promise to remember
to forget. I pledge allegiance to the logo and to the station for which it stands.
Forgive me,
sponsor, forgive me talking toothbrush for missing a tooth yesterday morning. I am going to make
you proud of me. You'll see a change in my overnight ratings, I promise. No longer will the back
of my
watched on television could watch you? Now you know, don't you?) And 2074 happened twice. Once in
the soil and once in the spirit and they all began acting accordingly. Next year will be the
third year 2074 happened; 2074 will always be with us. That is what they said. Did you
listen?
I listened and did
not learn. I couldn't be the language. I couldn't hide in the same time, couldn't stand for the
old, or whisper soft things counting me to sleep like tallied sheep. They pushed my button. I
know they pushed my button. I heard the connections made in my brain. I died in my sleep and was
changed into someone else on a silver screen. I used to be a book. I'm a lie. I know I'm a lie
but I am very important. That makes all the difference. You can be punished for not
listening.
(COCKTAIL
CONVERSATION TAPE, HOME OF IRON EYES CODY, HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA, 2074-Please file under possible
blackmail material.)
Did we push your
brain button? Did you die in your sleep? Will you ever know if we made you into someone else? If
we changed you from a movie to a book? Did your whole life flash before your eyes at the last
moment? Remember, we saved you from 2075. And only white men flash through their lives at the
last moment, only white men want to watch home movies. Remember, we saved you from 2075. Trust
us. Be true to yourself, ethnic one, less you be undone, as it is, in playback. The signal fades
with every playback. Save your strength. Magnetism loves you, be kind to its home, the tape.
Remember, you have your place with your race and are taped accordingly. Take your hand off the
silver screen. We don't want to push your brain button. You are the book, and as we told you
many times before, you can't re-edit anymore. Put your faith in the tape, rest your mind, we
shall watch you watch us, we shall not unwind. Spectators are participators. Do not make us push
your brain button. Repeat. Do not make us push your brain button.
Finish that
moccasin, make it accordingly. Sew that bead choker today. Do it for the tape, for your records
must be complete. Nobody likes to push your brain button. Stay tuned.
(THIS INFORMATION
RROADCAST ON A CELLULAR LEVEL AS A PUBLIC SERVICE TO ETHNIC MINORITIES, CHANNEL, CODE, AND
REVISIONS AS SPECIFIED. THIS BIOCAST SPONSORED BY THE CHURCH OF LATTER DAY ELECTRONIC ENGINEERS.
REMEMBER, WE'LL SEE YOU AT THE BOX OFFICE NEXT SUNDAY. AND MAY ALL YOUR HOLOGRAMS, BE HAPPY
ONES.)
We made you whole.
We made you fit the pattern. We broadcast day and night. We make decisions for you. Take your
hand off the silver screen. You are interfering with the projectionist. Yes, we listen, we tell
you, you are a book, and having been written, you cannot cancel a line of it. Act
accordingly.
(ALL
TRANSFORMATIONS ARE CLEAR. FORGIVE US OUR TRANSMISSIONS, DONE WHILE YOU SLEEP, AS YOU LAY IN YOUR
BED, A HAND OF HOPE CRUMPLED UNDER YOUR CHEEK.)
Remember when we
wondered how technology would affect us? Then we woke up suddenly, not enjoying the long, long
journey and at that moment a jet screamed through the air, whipping across the sky like a death
overhead. On the beach, children tried
to leap into a jet's shadow. How fleeting we were.
(FROM THE
SUPPRESSED VIDEOPOEMS OF IRON EYES CODY.)
I used to.be a
dancer now I'm happily possessed. I used to sinfully clothe myself in the central facts of our
time. Now, because of the lucky cleavage of men into actors and spectators, I remain
undressed.
I know you care; I
know you'll never cut across my transmission lines. Ill learn and look. I'll promise to remember
to forget. I pledge allegiance to the logo and to the station for which it stands.
Forgive me,
sponsor, forgive me talking toothbrush for missing a tooth yesterday morning. I am going to make
you proud of me. You'll see a change in my overnight ratings, I promise. No longer will the back
of my
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