early morning, crack of dawn, i'm outside waiting for my ride into the superficial city, it's kinda messy, a bit ominous, some rain in the air maybe, yet on route the sun breaks open and pours it's golden rays down on the harbour, i'm travelling through time, over and over again, in loop catching some feedback, shifting the distortion, cars knuckle down in their lanes, everyone has an early morning purpose, everyone sitting in their pods, which is really when you think about it most peoples time to be alone. i jump out wynard and walk along the streets with my big box of receipts. i ring my man, 'dr, harmit hi, it's me mission, i'm coming in.'
'hello captain, when are you arriving?'
'now.'
'okay okay.'
i walk into his office, he is happy to see me, it's been two years. we sit down at a big desk and he immediately tells me my tme is now.
'mission, you have to get your writing out there now. people want to read you.'
where did this come from, i think. he continues, 'make a profile for yourself and distribute it, sell your songwriting skills, sell your narratives. he gives me advice, it's very good advice actually, i listen intently. he tells me a story about god and a man waiting for god to rescue him. it's a very clever story, i like it.
'dr. harmit, thank you. thank you for believing in me. that's all i ever wanted from anyone.'
he takes the boxes, 'i'll have these done for you soon.'
we shake hands.
i wander the streets, head back home.
gravy calls me, says the film is ready and i look really good, 'it's the part you was born to play' he says,
yeah from porn star to high priest of love, that's me