generator Q this blather three-word generator cannot possibly be random. no way. no way. but how can it be so smart? or is it not smart but directed by some force of nature, or nurture, or ecstatic flabbergastomorphial effluvia from some et's brain? i can't deal with this. i'm going to blathe my hero and yours, Davy, Humphrey Davy, discoverer of the clathrate hydrate of chlorine (and I think methane too). The New Yorker neurologist chemist never even mentioned that. I'm freaked. I'm freezing (really). Sorry. Over for a bit. 000105 ... who me? Generator Like a rock Like a planet Like a fucking atom bomb I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness That I encounter everywhere I turn I've seen it all before In books and magazines Like a twitch before dying Like a pornographic sea There's a flower behind the window There's an ugly laughing man Like a hummingbird in silence Like the blood on my door It's the generator Oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door Wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore I've known it all along Like the bone under my skin Like actors in a photograph Like paper in the wind There's a hammer by the window There's a knife on the floor Like turbines in darkness Like the blood on my door It's the generator Oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door Wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore 000121 ... the one i got that cd and never understood that song... 011101 what's it to you? who go blather from