Newspeakin' Blues

I am apparently unable to write proper 12 bar blues! Just starting ideas...Still not sure of how to use words like 'the' and 'I.' Until you really try and make a point with Newspeak do you realize it's impossible. Then, when you see that that is the point of Newspeak you want to cower in a corner. 'Salrigh', I think citizen media is a levee, and quite a bit stronger than the Famed Levees of Orleans.

On that, I considered two strong feelings that come to the fore of my mind when perusing so called 'news blogs' and they, at their core, are Envy and Denial. Envy felt towards the success of a plethora of nobodies and their supposed understanding of the world from one corner of it and Denial of the 'facts' presented for a variety of reasons (dislike, appearence, skill, bad humor, music choice and approach to topic, a general difference in opinions). Unfortunately, both feelings are negative, but combined provide a feeling of positively embarrased defiance. A feeling that they're making a difference with government funded pieces not originally intended for that purpose and why the fuck aren't I?

But, with software now being released for those very vlog and podcasting purposes, by handshaking companies so huge you can't see the executive office through the metaphorical clouds, I start to wonder who is really talking? And who is forming whom's opinions? It hurts in the bad way trying to pull back the acid rain-soaked carpet scraps stacked carefully on top of the burning reason our ideas are confined in the Cradle that works.

I suppose we should embrace it, be thankful we aren't reduced to the following text. Through the technologies of blog smog, and myspaceturbation...Ladies and gentlemen, the Newspeak Blues, and the visual/audio construct of like minds of the former Elodea, the Remins, respectively.

The Newspeak Blues
Sit at office, I read prolefeed
Sit at home, yes, I read prolefeed
I uneat, unsleep. Think sexcrime, all time!

Thoughtpolice here. The mindfuzz read. Drived to joycamp, two minutes dead!
Newspeak blue, bluer, bluest.

You stealed my person, vaporized
Oh yes, I am unperson, vaporized
I looked your eyes, stealed by spies. I gived you my doubleplus love, doubleplusungood resolve!

Thoughtpolice here. 2+2=5. Locked joyroom, untold rats eat eyes
Newspeak blue, bluer, bluest.

I dreamed, unOceana
New reality, foliage and fauna
And there I could speak, old and true! And use all the pretty words, as pretty as you.

Sweet and succlent, tasting like cherries. Just want you against the wall, screaming my name as far as will carry!
Newspeak blue, bluer, bluest.

Thoughtpolice here. The mindfuzz read. By Two Minutes Hate time, I'll surely be dead.
Newspeak blue, bluer, bluest.