no static.

"no static, got an automatic, too much of anything makes you an addict."

i fear to think about the next generation, a group of children completely devoid of static, at least in a literal sense. televisions are going digital, the Internet offers no such glitches, and vcr's are becoming a distant thing of the past. we are cutting the static out of life. i wish it wasn't so, but at the end of the day there will be no more armies of ants marching dejectedly through a snowstorm, no more electro-magnetic frequencies breaking their ranks. people are already compensation though, trying to bolster the american static supply through their words and actions. i know a girl, she is capable only of static, there is never any clarity granted through her actions and rarely through her words. that might be why i love her. i know the minute i leave she calls out his name, firmly pounding the buttons of his telephone number to replace me. when asked, she gives nothing away, saying, "oh, that's just a thing of the past." a ghost, the lines cross forming static. i love the light, but i'm hating the dark, the ants swarming and covering me entirely. she leaves me lost, not like i was in my basement so many summers ago, an exhausted girl laying her head in my lap, sleeping, while the movie ended and static took over the screen. maybe it's never been cleared. maybe it never will be.