And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the tinklers, and let it divide the Jesus tinklers from the intelligent minds.

from my private journal as Kerry Burgess: 03/04/10 3:59 AM

That plot element establishes that my wife was tricked into giving me in 2006, or was it 2005, a chemical substance that has started to spawn these creatures. But as I write that I think that they have spawned long ago. Maybe the chemical substance was the trigger itself. The final combination to free them to their natural objectives. They have absolutely no reason to moralize the destruction of the human race. They are sentient but as I wrote a long time ago about Mrs. Hill's TARGETs class our objective trying to communicate with intelligent lifeforms in the future was about as futile as our attempts today to communicate with dog and cats








album: "Good News For People Who Love Bad News" (2004)


http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/modestmouse/burymewithit.html

AZ

MODEST MOUSE

"Bury Me With It"

We were shootin' at a mound of dirt. [ mountain of dirt ]
Well nothing was broken, nothing was hurt.
But I probably really should have been at work.
But if my freetime's gone, would you promise me this?

That you will please bury me with it?
Please bury me with it!

Well sure as planets come, I know that they end.
And if I'm here when that happens, will you promise me this my friend?

Please bury me with it!
I just don't need none of that Mad Max bullshit.

Well the suit got tight and it split at the seams.
But I kept it out of habit and I kept it really clean.
But if it's getting' faded, if it's runnin' outta thread,
Could you just do this for me my friend?

And please just please bury me with it?
Please bury me with it!

Well we moved to the left and moved to the right.
And sure as hell we stayed out almost every single night.
But if the party's over, if the fun has to end,
could you do this for me my friend?

Would you just please bury me with it?
Please bury me with it!

Good news for people who love bad news.
We've lost the plot and we just can't choose.
We are hummingbirds who are just not willing to move.
And there's good news for people who love bad news.
We are hummingbirds who've lost the plot and we will not move.
We have good news for anyone who loves bad news.

We were aiming for the moon. We were shooting at the stars.
But the kids were just shooting at the busses and the cars.
So don't drink the water, don't you breathe the air.
If it's gotten to that point then I have to declare:

That you please bury me with it!
Please bury me with it!

Well fads they come and fads they go.
And God I love that rock and roll!
Well the point was fast but it was too blunt to miss.
Life handed us a paycheck, we said, "We worked harder than this!"

Please bury me with it!
Please bury me with it!

We are hummingbirds who are just not going to move.
And there's good news for people who love bad news.
We are hummingbirds who've lost the plot and we well not move.
We have great news for anyone who loves bad news



- posted by Kerry Burgess 7:52 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Thursday 25 July 2019