This is the beginning
****** off in my head again
today
it's all the same

Plastic people
Hold my hand
Light a fire so I can dance
Tonight
So uptight

And we got nothing to lose today
And we got nothing to do or say
And we got nothing to lose

Dead corpses
Line the streets
Feeding all the children and the strays
It's all so grey

Picking up pennies for my slavery
Spent it all on my pain
It's another day

And we got nothing to lose

No escaping it
I see it everywhere
Crawling into their brains
& into mine
Making me numb and apathetic
titillated with the understanding of trivial knowledge
Knowing my neighbor's
trip to Costa Rica
& Breakfast sandwich
rather than knowing my neighbor
Clubbed into submission
among weak and docile beings
Masculinized women
& feminine men
Wearing glass of automated knowledge
Sharing nothing
But the sadness of consciousness
In world that's asleep
We gave birth to AI so
a facsimile of life could go on,
when everywhere else is death

Cough drops
fried food
Chairs and
Dogs
Skittering
Humans in motion
Emotional prying
Faith in midair
Jumping towards sun

Ha ha ha
you're a believer
Take your sketch to iguana

Now I see it's too long
What more can not be done

Perhaps it is of no use
then will you make the mistake of choosing it?
If it had a chance, sure, but otherwise skip around yer eels, your heels are cloudy love, now and then
you can trap a disaster.
right around the throat don't let it
go
I loved once too

It goes in the slot,
****** it in tighter as tight as you can so sparks start flying out and the thing starts to smoke, then shove it in with your hand and fist like a forceful piston til the thing is vibrating and ready to explode with the juice leaking out and creating a puddle. Continue with this thrusting motion for a good few seconds until the pickle eventually loosens from the jar and apply to your sandwich for your hearty brunch

Eliott Smith presumably stabbed himself in the heart(but in all likelihood was murdered)
but in either case I now understand why