...I could be a rock star or not really a star, somewhere in the middle, not quite underground but not mainstream either, not mainstream alternative although closer to that than the others, a kind of marginalized mainstream where everybody gets to be their very own burger, the meat that comes out of some robot manager's effluent asshole, shot out into the bliss of somebody else's spiritual resilience, time running faster than ever before, breaking records, winning medals, going to war, selling soft drinks, cranking out heavy metal industrial power chords that jaded eyes see in terms of domestic monetary policy and worldwide regressive behavior, all at once and everywhere, a kind of virtual ubiquity where the business blowhards buzz with a chorus of DON'T STOP NOW or DON'T LOOK BACK or KEEP ON TRUCKIN' or BE ALL YOU CAN BE or LIVE LIFE WHILE YOU STILL CAN, all these slogans suds-sidizing the brainwash that recycles my spin-doctored money-laundered locus of unfocus...