some alarm bells are going off.

there's a shadow right behind you,
and it's not yours.

alarm bells

the president in particular is very much a figurehead - he wields no real power whatsoever. he is apparently chosen by the government, but the qualities he is required to display are not those of leadership but those of finely judged outrage. for this reason the president is always a controversial choice, always an infuriating but fascinating character. his job is not to wield power but to draw attention away from it. on those criteria zaphod beeblebrox is one of the most successful presidents the galaxy has ever had - he has already spent two of his ten presidential years in prison for fraud. very very few people realize that the president and the government have virtually no power at all, and of these few people only six know whence ultimate political power is wielded. most of the others secretly believe that the ultimate decision-making process is handled by a computer. they couldn't be more wrong.

book excerpt from douglas adams' hhgttg.

adams, ahead of his time

we're going to go and play,
on that swingset they made in the park.

i get a chance to say,
how nice it is to be on this arc.

we amanuenses,
take down the things we see,
and in that fashion,
shape reality.

sensation is creation

twelve point five tons of cement,
lay before you.

fire up the props and prepare,
for the crunching of your skin against your beautiful face,
as you depart on this marvelous race.

this turbocharger can pull,
trust the clockwork.

don't lose your nerve keep your cool,
become clockwork.

gears upon sprockets and rotors and gears,
you'll learn to trust them and conquer your fears,
there's really no hand in it for you my dear,
this world's a motor we just cannot steer.

judge your height by your shadow,
be the gauges.

line up your guns and let go,
heat engages.

enlist in our squadron of flying aces,
distinguish yourself from their myriad faces.

birds of prey fly alongside,
but not for long.

you will have mastered the sky,
and we'll send you up there for good.

first flight

he senses your fear.

it will propel him,
it will propel itself.

he's waiting around the corner,
planning his next ambush.

there's no need to panic, don't ever do that.
everything's as it should be.

don't bring your body language with you here.

there's a simple way out of his tricky-trappy game,
there's no need to panic,
don't ever do that, all is well.

there's no need to panic, when the game's in your head.
why be ahead of the game when the game's in your head?
you've seen the truth and it seems to be misconstructed.

ever hear of fear feedback?
it's a brand-new technique.
the forces that sense your senses can be coaxed out of their mystique.

fear sensor

there's just something about this speedway,
keeping me right on track,
i know they're right behind me,
no need to even look back.

it's not easy to move out of the path in talladega,
the slide's brutal,
i've been practicing for years,
still got nothing.

as you lope among the chases,
keep a watchful eye,
aimed toward the spaces,
in between the lines.

i'll practice for years to come.

on they come.

talladega

>> write quirky little poem/song
>> play instruments
>> sing
>> ctrl+z
>> repeat and learn
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