Out of Step

Talking heads are synchronized, words are replicated like cloned sheep. Dodging in and out of an unchanging static I skip the beat. Hey, something just flashed my drive! Time to suspend a string of minutes watching a black and white cowboy show, there are no straight lines yet just a suitably jumbled plot. Snorting horses gallop off before the radar scanner can blip onto my disarray. Great! Now the birds are all pulling together and swim as one across a cloudless sky. Every damn silver SUV looks the same. I'm weaving in and out of lock-stepping soccer moms, misfiring my way through yet another replicant day.