So, here's the thing.
Did you ever notice how ugly everything is?
I mean, like... aggressively ugly.
Like ugly would be if it started ug-maxxing.
You know?
Just...
wide lanes of cinderblock emptiness
and fields of flat, blank roofs, and
then there are the businesses,
short and plain
and surrounded by asphalt oceans.
I looked down once, from some high place,
somewhere with the clouds below,
somewhere I saw all the ugly,
and I wrinkled my nose and thought,
Dude, what the fuck were we thinking?
Who wanted to live in this?
What fool looked at the mountains
and the pine forest
and the mesas,
and the shallow mud river,
and said, "I know what this needs!
Warehouses!
As far as the eye up there in the sky can see!
Warehouses for stores, for homes, for government!
Warehouses to be warehouses, too, I guess,
just as long as they're around."
I drifted along in the sky
and waited for break in the concrete,
but it only came
when I hit the mountains,
where even the fools can't figure out a way
to build more warehouses,
and increase the rent on them
by 30% or 40%
And what was all that I could see?
Like the song says,
the other side of the mountain
was all that I could see.
And it was the same.