Mediator

M E D I A T O R      The mundane is a hulking cage heavily padlocked. Dull and uninteresting parallel common daily routine. Our collective lifestyles include the most deeply numbing, monotonous tasks and it seems that everyone is thinning in one way or another. If only we could create new versions of ourselves, FIND    SOME    WAY    TO    REPLENISH. A man grinds his teeth on a park bench. A bomb ticks innocently. A blinking red light smiles with suspense. A clear-eyed vessel filled with thick smoke and a pressuring glow vibrates with anxiety. One easily comes face to face with sickly, eggshell colored walls. KIDS   SITTING ON COUCHES  WITH  SUNKEN EYES  AND  SLACKJAWS. escape artists live on our streets, supplying highly demanded poisons to the disillusioned. and on the  other  side  of  the   locked   door,  there  is  bureaucratic nonsense. Amusement.     Critical Investments.     No Regrets.     Buy Temporary Alleviation. An acceptable solution is to saturate our brains with meds, board up our windows. This is a good case for distortion. Each and every surrounding person requires dissection and examination. We’ll get sick from floating through so many bottomless structures and inhaling such crisp, clean and bleak air. I wish someone would fill me with cigarettes and a substitute for salvation, or   I’ll find myself walking blind and Useless against the rushing winds. P   o   w   e   r    R   e   l   a   x   a   t   i   o   n F E E D     T H E      P I D G E O N S     W H E N     I T’ S     C O L D     O U T leather chair     windshield scraper    sports section     primetime program I  am  an  idea; I  am  not  really  here; this  isn’t  really  happening. Products! …and don’t forget to get the names. Read the labels. It is best when you’re born dignified. Maybe I should close my paper-thin eyelids. T H R O W S E E D S O N T H E D I R T L I K E D I C E get comfortable taste young and fresh. Pests and hosts writhe all day in livid pools.  I need to stay awake  I need to be happy  I need to have sex  I need the pig and the doctor.

Posted: March 17th, 2010
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Dancer

Posted: March 17th, 2010
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60 Second Spot

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Condensed Measures.
Easy to swallow.
Painless activation.
No longer will you burn in meditation.
Have the dimensions of each day deflated?
Do your vital organs lack incentive?
Is every new second tightly
Wrapped in dry latex?
Now you can indulge in immediacy
Like those of the Excited!
Resurrect your mental children!
Fresh from our fever labs,
Liveliness of the mind and spirit
can be reformed once more.
Even tomorrow will stand on its feet
like a new born war horse.
Unleash your inner ravenous cartoons!
Animate your dying future!
For the exhausted populace
suffering from idle time and leisure,
our counteragents offer
a chorus of ambulances
to your auditory walls.
One dose will fill
your veins with sirens!

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Premium reception has never been easier.
No compromises. No limitations. No conventions.
At last, we have siphoned the effort from making memories,
removed the clutter of passionate rat kings.
We have replaced the frenzy with empty space.
We have sealed stars with an innovative lid to lock in the astonishment.
For a low expense, the clearest dark can be delivered
to your choice of cavity free of danger and chance,
free of venture.

Posted: September 17th, 2009
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