WHAT IS FUCKED UP ABOUT THIS is a question that can be answered is revealed at the end of the utopia the guard dog barks and sharpens his teeth stiffens his back and puts his legs under orders to throw all of him at your weak spot and the junk behind him is still junk or a jet overhead gets in the way of the stars and doesn't mind landing in Las Vegas put it this way: you and I we're here that's OK where else would we be unless it was somewhere that we hadn't decided to be I overheard these people the other day come Y2K I'll lock the door and count the canned goods I'm ready my wife is ready the kids have been told me too it's the last chance we'll have and no ballots to count the misery I love is the one you showed me I thought I could manage until I saw I couldn't and the need was there to count my blessings and wait for help of course there are strings attached to my mind but the pulling isn't driving me crazy it's the loose ends