Bucktooth Canary

You know what your problem is? You can't make a sale. You couldn't convince someone you were choking even if you were choking. Like Dewayne in New Orleans said: "You're unbelievable". If I had the finances I could play a hell of a round of cards. If I had the encouragement, I could play a hell of a round of anything, I think. What gets you motivated?

It's like a bucktooth canary. Who trusts a bucktooth canary? And what idiot employs one? Why, me of course. Here, take this message and make sure she gets it and don't come back without a reply. I suspect I won't receive word at least until my bank account runs dry.

What's the matter? You can't deliver your own messages? Actually, no, I can't. I mean, I could possibly, but not likely. If I did, it would be like sending a bucktoothed canary instead. Nobody would believe me. Moreover, the message would be lost on the way there. Imagine UPS knocking on your door and he says, "I have a message for you, but I lost it. I can only recall that it was this big and it was specially marked, oh, and it was red, I think. Do you have the time?"

There's nothing wrong with being a bit of an introvert. It's only those god-damned extroverts that give us bad names. And most of the god-damned ones have never seen our point of view and they shun it with slogans like "God helps those who help themselves". And some of us would retaliate if we could, while others beware the damage of retaliation. We're all victims right? And its our duty to be not a pestilence. That would ideally severely limit speech and writing, but it wouldn't condone legislation. Legislation is the wrong business to be in, and there's never been more law books for one country in the history of the world than exists right here in the "land of the free". We have 2 freedoms as I understand it. The freedom to bitch for more legislation and the freedom to sit in jail. How often does it ever occur that a law be stricken from the books? They're killing trees.

Subjected to the whims of the voices of the loud.
A Neo- might say there's another way

People won't even let me help others. "Don't trust him"

Perhaps the worst thing ever invented was time.

Does image trump power?

This perfect genius society reduced everything to dancing, and they danced. "Everyone felt free to swear and hate their neighbors, and swearing and hating were mythological." A dance called "Judgment Day" referred to our time and featured a rock-n-roll revival remix of a Marilyn Manson song.

Comedy night featured Moses musing on "Click it or ticket". The officer exclaimed, "I ain't dumb as Moses ya know" and Moses sang a few lyrics like "Why'd you pull me over officer? Don't ya see I got no marijuana sir? Why'd ya pull me over officer? Doncha see I got no Budweiser sir?" And GW Bush was lectured in Sunday school.

The Voice.
It starts with a song and ends in a laugh.
With a lot of dancing inbetween.

The Pitiful Parent.
What do you teach a flower? You let it grow that's all. You learn from it perhaps. And YOU say "she's not so bright ya know" And I can see that by the shade you provide. Look, she's grown white. And everybody congratulates you on a fine young daughter you've raised, somebody they can relate to as well. It seems satisfaction was accomplished.
And there's the young man trapped underneath a fallen bridge, crying posthumously.

There was a time that laughter reigned in a person's life, usually at the end of childhood a society gulps it down and pays money for it.
What with the moronic laugh? You're not funny.
John Lennon sings: "It's just like starting over".

Holy Day and I'm hungry for Tostitos

He was overwhelmed by the wealth of information.
Another was trapped under destruction. This one whimpered out his last breath and tears flowed posthumously from his eyes. After three days the rubble uncovered a body covered in maggots. His once brilliant blue eyes became fly shit.

And to holier occurrences, the maiden tapped and tapped. To Father's Day, to another day, doopity doo, that's what I say, and lets dance and be gay, and so it happened in a flash. Flash in. Flash out. Lightning bugs do the same thing. A dance to the death. One male devoured by one flashy female is heavenly bliss in the realm of microscopy, but a bugs' eyes are huge. What an encounter! Her eyes are filled with fire! I can feel it burning. I can feel a fire, a burning love Elvis once said, it's really a heat. A potpourri flame, hotter than incense, stronger than peppermints.
And she dangled away, dang it, I done did it again, you and your job. An omission of New Orleans just ain't right, no matter the white folk, I am a white folk, something about egg yolk on a cowpoke sunday morn.

Dem chocklit chips make em pancakes deeliteful. Have you ever had too much sweet? I don't reckon I did, cuz it jus woodn't be sweet den wood it?
You don't even talk right, but you're not from anywhere are you? Green chiles beanses beanses!
Did you at least smile for Shay? I knew you would. You really do like baseball after all.

A favorite song lyric: I want to fuck you like an animal. I want to feel you from the inside.
And she whizzed and zanged and ziggled, she giggled! Oh, the giggles! My little piggle wiggle
Now listen to the violins and pianos.

I felt hot flames of fire roaring at my back, my back, lick my pussy and my crack

And so he pops a thumb like Eddie Guerrero. Lyin, cheatin, 2time doubler, was wit da 2time doublas? She look good das all I gotta say, beggars don't choose do dey? They choose life! What a crappy little beggar, making as if you weren't. Where did you go on that fateful night they threw you into oblivion? What did they do to you? Where did you go? Oh brother, where art thou? I saw you doing innocent manual labor, how ever did it come about to ask for a wage, you just wanted to play afterward, that's all, and you still did, you still seem to be but are you the one I saw?

Get rhythm now, get rhythm now, you got it. This is an exorcism. Tap your toes move your feet shake your body to the beat, move to the left move to the right bobble your head swing really light. Now backstep forward back jerk jerk move your sack. Bounce it up and down bounce it up and down now turn and face your partner follow her around. A little fan-dango and you're doing the tango, now slide...and up to the rear and slide...holding her near and slide...down from the rear now slide...there's nothing to fear just lick her ear and we do it again get rhythm...

And now for a final message to rhythm mongers and everyone else, an invitation rather, an orientation perhaps. The opening, the first meeeting, will be next Friday. Come either prepared or unprepared. It's the third story red one, the only red one I think on B in Jamestown. Email for preciser directions. The time is anytime, though simulated order will take place at 5 pm after siesta. I love fudge striped cookies or pretty much anything with chocolate or wine, and just about everything else. A name will be decided for research and marketing purposes. The market is the thing, remember? To sell or not to sell, that is the question.
Let me be a bit clearer, it's next friday anytime or 5 pm, or this friday if you prefer, or any other day for that matter. It's gonna be going on, believe me, and you're not gonna want to miss it, or you'll be like those passive folk who remembered history but barely played a part, they stole air I think, so don't steal it, consume it till we come up with something better, but I need your head and you need mine, so please don't let us down. There's strength in anything greater than one, unless you happen to be Superman or Superwoman. I can make you that if you let me. I trust you'll do the same. Just do it. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. I have what you need. You have what I need. It's capitalism's greatest, but with much much more. A centromere of human hearts is indestructible, among other things. I felt it pounding today, you know, like a chained up horny dog with the wit of a champion chess player, or was it a chained up champion chess player with the wit of a horny dog? The more I know myself the less I know myself. Help me help you help us, and it's not just a whim. Fancy free and enjoy a splendid day.

69 follow-up

A post destined to the dirty laundry.You won't publish this will you?
A lot of times I've said what's the point? And I proceeded to do nothing. I got nothing. Sometimes that's better than something. It works about half the time. People say death happens all the time, that is, everybody dies. I haven't died, good thing. And why should I? People wish me dead and have indeed punctured and shot the hell out of me. And to think, I don't even live in one of those ground zeros. I could enlist. They'd pay me a lot of money and money is nice to have, and so are adventures. What an adventure that would be! I shied away from the marines the year GWB was "elected". I prolly still wouldn't have went, that just made the decision easier. I was always wimpy like that. I had nightmares of a draft and dreaded advancing in age, as I still do. It would be an adventure, but such a shitty adventure. I hear they're teaching them ethics now. What else could I gain then, but money? Stupid what people do simply for money. Gimme something else Mr. President. Gimme liberty or give me death.
And then a thought comes. If men have to become extinct to preserve freedom then so be it.

What a shitty life is lived under such conditions. I can go outside, but...I can play with myself but...I can do what I want, but...The only guaranteed right I have is to sit in jail.

I heard such a whiner at last year's Bonnaroo. He liked me but I shied away, from everyone. But he said he wasn't whining because he was smiling all the while. He did whine, caught it, and smiled. Like any bad habit, it takes time to break it, but with so many habits to break and a job that requires habits 40 hours a week, it's kinda hard, it's kinda impossible, but like death, it can be beat.
My bike was stolen by the Man at that event by the way. What does the Man want with my fucking bicycle?
Taxes for a dumb ass thinking he'd find something he didn't have already.

Song break:
Went down to the cemetery looking for love. Got there and my baby was buried I had to dig her up.
Now if I were to obsess over just one female vocalist, who would it be? Shakira Shakira! She's unbelievably beautiful. Need I say more? Is it discrimination to have a favorite flavor of ice cream, fragrance or flower? Yes of course, and Shakira is all of these in one. I can smell her on the computer screen and taste her voice on the radio. Yummy in my tummy.
I'd pay sixteen dollars to hear her fart in the microphone, need I say more?
No, and that's why. She speaks spanish you know, and sings it and farts it.

Let me tell you something bendejo.
3 reasons to love. 1 2 3
Need you say more?
I've had a lovely little 69 break 86 the 69, unfortunately. I had a dream though! And in that dream there was a flower and a reptile and the flower said go away and the reptile fell dead in a hole prepared next to the flower. And a child was born of the remains, and when he learned to speak English he said in spanish come yes amantes
How adorable. The flower child with a lust for life.

I love therefore I am.
And Shakira Shakira, what does she smell like I wonder? And how does she fancy her eggs in the morning? If I asked her would she reply?