Dog Poet Transmitting......
Good dog, good doggie, you're my friend.
♫Colorado Rocky Mountain High♫...cue Micheal Martin Murphy. Under certain conditions that song could be considered tedious, unless you are in the mood. I'm not knocking the song or the composers. They look like pretty decent people to me; the kind of people I wouldn't mind staying up all night writing songs with, might certainly enjoy it. You will note that John Denver had a moment with that ultralight concerning available fuel. I am the sort of person who appreciates talent. All I ever wanted to do was to be able to work with people that could do the things I can't do and add my words and even my voice but I'm okay on the sidelines; however the contribution would fit, I would be into it. Consider Jessica Sanchez, who should have been the winner and who did the national anthem about as well as I have ever heard it done, at the NBA finals. Joshua Ledet should have won too. They should have had two winners for that past season, Joshua and Jessica ...but young, white, teenage girls make that decision and so it goes as we approach the corner and come on up to the point, shortly.
Yes, I watch American Idol. I watch a few, specific things of that sort. I don't watch any of the other versions. I watch, Game of Thrones. I watch, Breaking Bad. I watched Deadwood but Dead wood went to Deadwood and never even became the theater release it was all set up to be. I don't watch much of the rest of any of that. I watch movies, often when I am writing things like this. Sometimes I will buy a world series pass. I casually follow that. Occasionally I might see a particular NBA game, I follow that less than baseball. At some point in the season I will buy the NFL ticket. I played all of those sports with varying degrees of ability from being ordinary at basketball, to being a lot better at tossing or catching a football, to tossing no hitters and hitting monster home runs in baseball, some of it has to do with the eye.
Anyway... this isn't about me, except for my tenuous connection to being an American. This is about America, that place that isn't a country, just an idea that a lot of people signed on to and had different ideas about. Among all those ideas, however differently desired and expressed, are the ideas of freedom, self expression, liberty. Give me your tired, your poor, I forget how that goes. Some win, some lose. A lot of them eat bacon and pork, because a pigs idea of liberty is a full trough and... now that I've had something to eat, you can suck my dick. Liberty? License? Where did they go wrong? Goodbye to the homestead, in a rather comprehensive way and so Colorado is on fire. What am I supposed to say? Your difficulty with romance is a pathetic, plug ugly. You're looking to go down on all fours. Have at it and you might soon be the same bacon that you enjoy so much. I guess that explains the 'whip it to me' factor.
Well what do you know? Lady Nature has got her powers back and you want to go on with your wars? We shall see what your plastic Jesus delivers, once you have bent over for the bankers who finance both sides. The bankers do indeed expect it to turn out as it always does, just like it did the last time and the time before, when the tables are turned and the same people are sitting there. Uh... no.. not this time. This time they know who you are and where you are. Even the people that work for you, know a thing or two and Mr Apocalypse is taking a stroll. He's got Lady Nature on his arm. He's using his stick to lift up all the covers. He's poking it down into those holes. “Wakey, wakey, children”. I should also add that there are all kinds of vampires and werewolves, tis true. You keep that in mind when your own note comes due. Huh, maybe that's not even a vampire when you think about but I expect the effect will be the same as if.
This guy in Turkey, Receipt-Yippie- Tayyip-Erdoğan, just goes to show you what can happen to a man. The Israelis tried to assassinate him. The Israelis killed his people on the flotilla. I had thought he might be one of the good guys but now he's in the shit fired sauna with All Fogged Up Rasmussen, playing the heavy now, cause he was reached, he got paid and he's being played. What did they promise you? I assure you it's not worth it ...but relentless is, as relentless does. You will have your wars. You will decimate the globe. You will refashion the landscape but, in the process, I suspect you will find someone standing behind you, in an unfortunate Luca Brasi moment.
There's still time to change your mind but relentless is, as relentless does. What is it about people who can see something happening to someone else and can even participate in making it happen to someone else and they just don't get that they are in line for the same thing? Once you give it up, it's not yours anymore. It's like sex, getting control of that monster can take lifetimes. But hey, once you do, you really do control the world. It's also like when you're sitting at a table and you get up to go to the bathroom, or outside for one thing or another, people might talk about you. You should remember that when you're sitting at the table and someone leaves. I suppose, given the ass and the circumstances you might watch them walk away and talk inside your head ...but then you still don't have control. It's as simple as a handshake and as complex as the implications might be. You lay down with dogs and you wake up with Paris Hilton. I remember another place something like this. I was just a player in a larger circle which now, no longer exists and one fellow, talking about Paris said, “I'd do her”. It was then that I realized there was an inseparable gulf between us, like with the people who took acid and grooved on the colors and asked for spare change in the streets. They're all about the side effects, not the principal mover. ♫Roll over Beethoven♫, let's do it doggie style and then we got Rap. It kind of helps to synchronize with the machine guns and batons, when you're only doing your job and being honorable men, while the same shit keeps happening again and and again.
Putin went to Israel. I would have never done that but Putin is Putin and it must have been serious time about that Syrian thing, even China is willing and Pakistan too. Looks like Clusterfuck City for illustrious tools. There's no future to be independent, Gaddafi could tell you that. The foreclosures are on all levels. It doesn’t matter about deeds or documents. They own the printing press, for the moment, for the purpose of demonstration. Let's see what they'll do. Let's see what they'll do. Everything is under control. Let's see what they'll do. Einfacht, it's simple.
I can see now why it is so hard for people to get it and also why it is impossible to inform most of them, even if you could get to them. Of course there are many, many people who would respond; people who have thrown away their hard earned money on stalking horses, strawmen and whatever they call comfort in the night. They could be reached and they will be. Ah “the precious”. Look how it glitters. You can't eat it, though some people try. You can't make love to it, though some people try. For some it's the cock-ring in their eye, where imagination must pleasure the beast. Few of us know about the monsters in the deep or the rarefied Devas who dance the timeless songs.
I was born in New Jersey and lived near and around, some of the time. Lot's of interesting girls with excitable skin. I used to sell Seashell Pipes in the malls. I didn't make it to the smorgasbord table where you get to pork all the waitresses cause I was always too busy trying to finance something like this. I still listen to my early Bruce Springsteen now and again but now... now... in this Petri dish, this culture of accomplice, this indifferent... my charade... my issues!... 'have a tissue', it's a brokeback mountain and it can't be fixed, that's “aft gang agley” and kinda ties into Yeat's poem about things falling apart and the center not holding and the widening gyre, so on and so forth.
It didn't have to be like this but it was like this and now? I guess it depends on who you are and where you are and many other things factor into those considerations. Life was easy here. Life was good. I went along to get along, now I got wildfires, hurricanes, tornadoes and landslides and murderous rains. I got hookers in office who blow the bankers at noon. I got the real Godfather crime nation who wants me to die in their wars. This is the kind of criminal, lying bullshit we hear from whores who say what they are paid to say. Relentless, 24 carat assholes, down, down and away.
I got hocus pocus and aluminum, dream confetti that are supposed to be clouds, or maybe it's something else. Personally, I got a vaccination about all of that and I suppose there are others too. You are what you are and you do what you do.