Battery empty

"we're never gonna get out of this place". We know it, we just know it, we feel it in the blood, every now and then. "I sit upon it. I govern". Molasses. Showers of rainbow, little bone is left. I now know we are nothing but smells and senses. "Dance Planet". Ow. The rhymes, the vibes, the tribes. You don't want to get out. Nevermore. Soulmate, dry your eyes. But soulmates do die.
I smelt it. Daddy, daddy cool booming through the silent night. Expressions of holiness. A gunshot. It was only TV. Bite the hand that feeds you. I really hope it's... oh, forget about it. Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz? Even a Smart would do.
Incoming mail. Virtual nausea. Blurs. Nothing but blurs. "You've been aroused before, I see?", "I have", she answers, lowering her eyes. There's nothing in literature, absolutely nothing. Just the feeling is real. Where_is_ my mind? Sheets of questions, layed upon a blank robe. A hero comes and saves the day.