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Published: Oct 14, 2008
Author: wadosy
Post Date: 2008-10-14 03:40:10 by wadosy
Keywords: music, youtube
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bette davis eyes
joni mitchell covers:
cleaning windows replacement
Merry Christmas From The Family:
Ahmadinejad in 2008! well, that sounds exactly like a couple holidays i spent in southern california. we did salty dogs one new years, and ran every convenience store within a 10- mile radius out of grapefruit.
You be having LF withdrawals? :)
The man with the boots does not mind where he places his foot.
that's an interesting question... ...sort of like asking the moron why he quit beating his head against the wall...
any requests? i've forgotten the name of that jerry jeff walker song about "not drinking as much as i ought to..."
Any requests? How about "The Girls All Get Prettier At Closing Time".
The man with the boots does not mind where he places his foot.
now my toes are cold...
Your are da man!
The man with the boots does not mind where he places his foot.
the wadosy awards for music:
best kick drum:
best midi keyboard: tie
best guitar sound:
best prediction/description of current events: tie riding shotgun down the avalanche (window upper right)
best bass line: also, vocal note most likely to kill: natalie mains at 2:20
best performance coming down:
best reminder of youthful lunacy:
best live guitar hero collaboration:
best explanation of palestinian problem with zionists:
best animation: honorable mention for best bass line
there doesnt seem to be a song that describes how grateful i am for being able to sit here in east jesus, earth, and listen to the best players playing the music that means most to me. the award for that is pending
hmmmmm. imeem is currently down for maintenance, but i can get all your youtubes links. annie lennox is my fav of all you've posted. ;)
The smooth criminal transition from Bush/Cheney to Obama
bitter and twisted? netanyahu
on the other hand, you might be too dumb to be bitter and twisted. so is netanyahu.
i beg your pardon?
i'm always on your side i just wish you were rational
freedom4um.com/cgi-bin/re...? ArtNum=88790&Disp=37#C37 wadosy?
Drop the white guilt card on his cruller. If it's him he's begin to smoke like Dracula getting splashed with holy water.
i just wish you were rational
too goddamned dumb to survive you and netanyahu not my fault
It's you wadosy, you O'Bingo sycophant. Just as we predicted prior to His selection, He's unfit for the position. It's a DNA thing with him and the white trash who carry Him about in His Sudan chair. You are the epitome of a talking, breathing 'hole.
i guess we gots to understand what position obama is supposed to preside over. if obama is supposed to preside over the final looting of america, like the looting of the soviet union, what's your problem?
the problem seems to be in the people who hang out here. the people who hang out here seem to be dedicated to find scapegoats, but they dont seem to have enough courage to blame the people who need blaming. why is that?
We blame political enablers, and that would be you and folks like you who hold that politicians are necessary. Add to that your warped racial views that are soundly discredited with fact and eyes to see.
the fact that israelis are superior beings, chosen by god, who are willing to nuke half the world once they're proven to be racist crackpots, has nothing to do with anything.
the basic ideas of government by psychohistory... 1. you must have a reasonably truthful account of history... these accounts of history will be used to test and calibrate mathematical expressions that are developed to predict and manipulate human behavior... aka, "future history". 2. you need sophisticated mathematical descriptions of human behavior. 3. if your history is truthful and your math is sophisticated enough, you can predict trends in mass human behavior, although you will still be unable to predict behavior of individual humans. 4. you can spot unwanted trends in mass human behavior hundreds of years before they become problems, and head them off with a minimum and undetectable application of force. 5. your predictions and even the guild of psychohistorians itself must be kept secret, lest the resistance counterpredict and nullify your predictions. 6. the public will be fed lies tailored to produce the desired response. . so given the value of truthful accounts of history, it's probable that there are historians that know the whole story of, for instance, 9/11. the chance of the truth being acknowledged by any of the responsible parties approaches zero.
Today, Asimov's vision is no longer wholly fiction. His psychohistory exists in a loose confederation of research enterprises seeking equations that capture patterns in human behavior. These enterprises go by different names and treat different aspects of the issue. But they all share a goal of better understanding the present in order to foresee the future, and possibly help shape it. Asimov's ‘Foundation’ theories on society move from fiction to academia Jewish World Review July 16, 2004
look what they've done to my song
they put people in the house with the bear bait and locked them in. it was an old two-story frame house, flimsy, weather beaten, dilapidated, grey... the bears would break in, easy. i went round the back and there they were, opening packages of bacon, thick- sliced slabs on a bench of warped one-by-twelves, and the bear was already there, watching, but they didnt care. it seemed to be part of the plan: they, too, would be eaten. at which point i bailed out of the dream.
you've got to be at least mildly fucked up to listen to wilson phillips, mostly because their songs are about a minute too long for sober people. i have to admit that one of those girls really believes in that song... the soprano goes haywire godly sometimes.
One of my all time favs, just downloaded to mobile phone.
hard to say how badly i've damaged myself by crying (in front of people who saw through me) while listening to that song.
the pointless gallantry gets to you, sometimes.
Back to the music:
_________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________ huh! from the ridicuous to the sublime with a pit stop in dixie.
Just wait until you open this one:
_________________________________________________________________________ On December 9, 2008, bassist Stevie Benton was quoted by the Associated Press as considering it an honor that the U.S. military was using Drowning Pool's music to inflict music torture upon captured prisoners. *shrug*
i'll tell you exactly what pisses me off... what if, after i start posting my songs, somebody picks one of them up (if the internet survives long enough), overhauls it, it kicks the shit out of pretty much everything, and i'm too goddamned dead to enjoy it.
oy! i just may be a lunatic you're looking for
all these japanese people will go to hell because they believe more in this song than they do in jesus. well, that's tough shit, isnt it?
this handsome beetle-looking bug is flitting in an uneven six or eight foot circle, low, over the gravel. ...iridescent, pale blue, quick, looking for something, maybe. chased by a dirt-colored salamander-looking creature with eight legs that branch off into two sets of feet, each... about three times the size of the beetle... following very quickly, very closely... i thought the salmander was trying to catch the beetle to eat him, at first. but they'd stop and huddle for a few seconds, then go off round the circle again. then i woke up.
just when i needed you most dolly parton
Nanci's an Austin, and an American, treasure.
that song says about everything you need to know. if the sons of bitches would just leave us alone.
Shawn and Allison were great - thanks.
That's all that we want. Get the eff out of our lives, and let us live free. Get it?
we have elections every so often... maybe every so often we should have a culling. what would be a reasonable interval between cullings? every twenty years? would an imminent culling keep the assholes in line?
TJ suggested a culling/revolution every twenty years. We are way, way, way, overdue.
the judges of the culling would have to be incorruptible. it always comes back to that... who's gonna be god? i guess if you let things degenerate far enough, it gets so bad that nobody has to play god.
Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton, In Dixie Land, where I was born in, I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray! Optional Verses Ole Missus marry "Will the weaver" But when he put his arm around 'er, His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaver Ole Missus acted the foolish part Now here's a health to the next ole Missus But if you want to drive 'way sorrow There's buckwheat cakes and Injun batter, Then hoe it down and scratch your gravel, What fun! This was actually in our 5th grade Michigan song book when I was in elementary school. We used to love to belt it out. 'Course we had to do the obligatory "Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory" just to keep things on the up & up. Know what I mean?? My favorite lines are But when he put his arm around 'er, That stanza was scrubbed out of our version if I remember correctly.
I see psyops everywhere.
Nice arch-top pickin' there, Lod. Thanks.
I see psyops everywhere.
I miss the way that things used to be. In most all ways. Not that they were perfect, but they were not so hideously corrupt, and in your face about it. buckwheat may bring this festering boil to a much needed lancing.
could be things were never the way they used to be. could be that this country's been so fat, right from the start, that we could afford to overlook the bullshit.
poverty stricken ideas... that's me. i was so desperate to escape college that i joined the marine corps to go to flight school in 1964. if i'd had one single lucid moment, i might have, instead of joining the marine corps, moved to someplace where i might have been able to play with people i could have learned from... then comes the hard part... what obligation do you have to play to entertain people? is playing itself enough to please whatever it is that gives the impulse to play in the first place?
cant watch it
If you ever even been near that situation, it will tear your heart out. Two hearts broken, two lives wasted.
talking about dixie... i was on a fire contract in tennessee, and there are so many good players out in the sticks there that apparently have no ambition at all about their music. maybe the music is the end... maybe that's all you need to do... maybe you dont need recordings or television or anything. maybe the audience is something unfathomable.
i should have said, "i've watched it, and i wont watch it again. it seems to be commercialization of something that, in any decent society, would not be commercialized." that's probably why i cant watch or listen to the chicks' "travelin' soldier" anymore.
that's probably why i cant watch or listen to the chicks' "travelin' soldier" anymore. Not exactly sure what you mean by commercialized. If song, or any other product or service, is widely liked, bought, and supported by the public, what's wrong with that? Isn't that what we're (supposed) to be about? If you recorded, and sold a world-wide hit, what would be wrong with that? I'd salute you.
hotel calfornia acoustic
heard it through the grapevine
the night they drove old dixie down
artist Okna Tsahan Zam song title unknown thanks to gengis gandhi
that song (immediately above) has started me thinking about the intelligence of songwriters... the upshot being, i dont think i'm smart enough to write a song like that, and i might not even be smart enough to learn a song like that. i wish i knew where that song came from.
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big yellow taxi
river
both sides now
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Everyone agrees that unanimity is hard to find.
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Asimov's "Foundation" novels — the most famous science-fiction trilogy between "Lord of the Rings" and "Star Wars" — described a new science of social behavior called psychohistory. Mixing psychology with math, psychohistory hijacked the methods of physics to precisely predict the future course of human events.
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all time favs
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"This man is Jesus,” shouted one man, spilling his Guinness as Barack Obama began his inaugural address. “When will he come to Kenya to save us?”
-Schweizerische Schuetzenzeitung (Swiss Shooting Federation) April, 1941
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"This man is Jesus,” shouted one man, spilling his Guinness as Barack Obama began his inaugural address. “When will he come to Kenya to save us?”
-Schweizerische Schuetzenzeitung (Swiss Shooting Federation) April, 1941
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"This man is Jesus,” shouted one man, spilling his Guinness as Barack Obama began his inaugural address. “When will he come to Kenya to save us?”
-Schweizerische Schuetzenzeitung (Swiss Shooting Federation) April, 1941
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"This man is Jesus,” shouted one man, spilling his Guinness as Barack Obama began his inaugural address. “When will he come to Kenya to save us?”
-Schweizerische Schuetzenzeitung (Swiss Shooting Federation) April, 1941
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Just wait until you open this one...
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...if the sons of bitches would just leave us alone.
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Get it?
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Dixie
by Daniel Decatur Emmett of Mount Vernon, Ohio
Old times there are not forgotten, (Alt Original: Cinnamon seed and sandy bottom,)
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land.
early on one frosty mornin',
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land.
In Dixie Land I’ll take my stand
to live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie
Willum was a gay deceiver
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land
He smiled fierce as a forty pounder,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land
But that did not seem to grieve 'er
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land
And died for a man that broke her heart
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land
An' all the gals that want to kiss us;
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land
Come and hear this song tomorrow
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land
Makes you fat or a little fatter
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land
To Dixie's Land I'm bound to travel,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land
He smiled fierce as a forty pounder,
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I miss the way that things used to be.
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my greatest, most sad, country song - ever -
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whiskey lullaby
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i should have said, "i've watched it, and i wont watch it again. it seems to be commercialization of something that, in any decent society, would not be commercialized."
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the intelligence of songwriters
-Alex Kurtagic
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well, there's a superior intelligence at work in that video.... i'm like a caveman that's just figured out how to scratch a hole in the ground and plant a bean, stumbling onto an airconditioned tractor and an eight-bottom plow. i dont understand it the intelligence of songwriters
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plastic canadian shania twain shut up, take your goddamned shirt off, and sing
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seminole wind james taylor
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i knew better, the road was too narrow to turn around, but i tried anyhow, and the front wheels of the van wound up in the ditch... i thought i could probably back out of it, but the van kept going, slowly, and dislodged a log from the retaining wall in front of the house where the store was. the woman said, "get those surveyors' stakes and put tape up around the scene." and we did that... she moved the store to its winter quarters in the mall and did a land-office business. the group session was a failure, the shrink disgraced, and the group left and scattered in relief, except she stayed with me... i told her to take her mask off, a boutique thing, custom designed in red, white and blue, over her forehead and eyes, expensive....she peeled it off and started crying, and said, "i'm not wrecked! ...i want you, stephen!" as if that proved something, and my heart sank. the storekeeper said, "it's good fishing in that riffle below johnoson's hole." and i woke up
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Poor homely thing, probably never had a date...
It is hard to free fools from the chains they revere. Voltaire
An ideal form of government is democracy tempered with assassination. Voltaire
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i'd sit in the car all night, watching the city disintegrate and thinking about the eight or ten airliners cued up for landing. tons of urea, unguarded except for me, in one of those gravity-feed tanks on stilts... and enough spilled on the ground to blow up... whatever. searching the airwaves for "dont leave home", trying to figure it out.
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It is hard to free fools from the chains they revere. Voltaire
An ideal form of government is democracy tempered with assassination. Voltaire
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It is hard to free fools from the chains they revere. Voltaire
An ideal form of government is democracy tempered with assassination. Voltaire
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It is hard to free fools from the chains they revere. Voltaire
An ideal form of government is democracy tempered with assassination. Voltaire
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It is hard to free fools from the chains they revere. Voltaire
An ideal form of government is democracy tempered with assassination. Voltaire
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there's a celtic tune called "road to lisdoonvarna"... i cant find a decent version of it. it's a powerful tune when it's not being played by college pansies in suits, and you got to wonder why it's being ignored... probably one of those "jews vs druids" things. at least the druids have had enough sense to hide out until the oily dust settles.
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That is good, it has real soul. Strange though seeing some Asians playing an Irish melody. there's a jig called "road to lisoonvarna"
It is hard to free fools from the chains they revere. Voltaire
An ideal form of government is democracy tempered with assassination. Voltaire
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i appreciate the effort, christine, but there's no way you're gonna save it.
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One of my all time favorites:
It is hard to free fools from the chains they revere. Voltaire
An ideal form of government is democracy tempered with assassination. Voltaire
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in the best of all neil young dreams, we'd be able to trash earth, and still have enough energy left to ship billions of people to new worlds. aint gonna happen i was lyin; in a burnt out basement with the full moon in my eyes
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i was standing on the platform, waiting for a train, dressed in a cheap white shirt, cheap black pants and a black tophat. the kind of clothes worn by temp food service workers in las vegas. the engine had a ledge on the front, narrow, but you could stand on it... no handholds, and the ledge was so narrow that center of gravity was a problem... the train wasnt moving that fast, but as it went around a corner, i could feel the centrifugal force pulling at me, and i was afraid of falling off. then i woke up, and wondered why, in the dream, i wasnt afraid of a sudden stop, that would have pitched me off onto the tracks, where i'd be run over by the engine.
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k.t. oslin come next monday (the saddest song in the world)
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begin again (runnerup, saddest song in the world)
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it used to be that maybe one line in a song would convince you that the songwriter knew what was going on, but they had to disguise the song... it had to be a love song the songwriters, in those days, were as young as taylor swift is now. i dont want to jump to any conclusions, but . if we're terminally hitched to jewish philosophy, we're losers seems unlikely that thoughtful songwriters are unaware of that.
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it's always the same old thing, though. a songwriter doesnt really know what a song is about... ever
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i guess the problem is this: whatever taylor swift is saying, you tend to believe her. is it one of those voices, or is it the intelligence behind the voice? but then you dont know what she's saying . what if she's thought about all this? what if she's put one over on the record componies? or worse, what if the record companies know what a bad idea israel was?
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of course, if you expect to lose, if you need to lose to validate your philosophy...
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it's all denaiable, of course "hey, i'm only a kid, i dont know about this stuff... i couldnt possibly write a song about the 'never again'"
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what it boils down to is an attempt to terrorize zionist terrorists into common sense. they've terrorized themselves into positions of great power, and where has that gotten them?
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one word: kook i guess the problem is this: whatever taylor swift is saying, you tend to believe her.
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wouldnt surprise me if taylor swift knew about kook.
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aoife o'donovan no one but you
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dead leaves i'm supposed to post this i dont know why
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the check crew showed up, the pilot climbed up, started the engine, engaged the rotors, and the crew chief yelled something at me from the cargo door as they prepared to taxi... i couldnt hear him, put a headset on in time to hear the tower say something about the field being under attack... then the helicopter was silhouetted against flashes on the other side of the field... mortars, and i'm thinking, "thank goodness they're on the other side of the field" because we were right on the perimeter... i turned and looked across the fence... soldiers, caucasians in camo creeping under the juniper trees, close and coming fast... i thought, "run" then i thought, "you're too old... you wont get 20 yards before you collapse" ...and i woke up as a wave of dismay swept over me i was getting the helicopter ready for a check...
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nina totenberg or mara liasson, one of the heavies, is talking from an FBI office in new york city... she says, "the truth is real, real ugly"... bob asks her, "will it come out?" ...and she laughs and says, "oh, it'll come out, all right." i listen for another couple days, waiting for the truth... it never comes out except for bibi, "it's very good." so i sign up for the internet for the first time, looking for the truth, but the internet is already flooded with shitheads... and now, eleven years later, still the same old nightmare... . how deep is the folk wisdom? the kid on the bike says, on the morning of 9/11, "it's a jew thing." i get drunk and piss in the elevator, and they throw me out. .somebody's beating on the door, wakes me up... the neighbor... i go across the hall, watch the buildings fall down a few times, go back to my room and listen to NPR...
when do we get to wake up?
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folger's instant gets me feeling scattered.... mean, evil i've known that for a long time, but sometimes i forget when it's on sale . the forest service guy has lots of time on his hands... he's the only permanent resident of a campground 7000 feet up in the sierras... he says, "watch this" and pokes a twig into an ant lion trap well, he's got time to do stuff like that... in fact, he has to do stuff like that to keep his mind occupied . i wonder who is better informed... people who watch reality, or people who watch "reality" produced by people who think they're powerful enough to create reality the window keeps me sane
#188. To: All (#187)
over everything, there's a big hardwood... shelter, it feels like... no leaves this time of year under that, there's a little cedar, always green squirrels, even in the snow... cats come for the squirrels...scruffy black cat on the window sill... not healthy, judging from his coat crushed lava in the flower beds, no chance for ant lions...why not dirt? ...i could reach outside the window and grow potatoes if it was dirt . it's a draw, so far... nobody knows what the internet will finally do
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#190. To: All (#189) (Edited)
it appears like magic, out of nowhere... it makes noise that nobody ever heard before... the people run away . the river, trees, meadows... food, fuel, shelter here, but this thing appears, and the people run away the warriors creep back... creep closer... nothing happens and the noise goes on... creeping closer and closer, nothing happens they stone the thing to death and the noise stops . it's a 2010 chevy van with a 5 horsepower briggs and stratton running inside... the briggs and stratton is running a vacuum, and somebody's vacuuming the offfice across the street... the noise is the sound of commerce, technology, progress... money it's parked outside the window
#191. To: All (#190) (Edited)
you lie like the man with the big black hair that sold me that ford . .
#192. To: All (#191) (Edited)
gone to carolina fuck me dead you'd think, after the shit he's been through, he'd have some sense
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#196. To: All (#195) (Edited)
i thought they were right across the street, from the noise... but no, they're at the same place... it's just that i forgot how loud they were, over the winter accountants, bankers, government guys, college professors... playing outlaw on their harleys i pedalled past, looking for their new hangout.... but it's the same old place . how much does a new harley, the costume, and a loud blonde with big tits cost nowadays?
#197. To: All (#196) (Edited)
drunk, missed a shift in the 911, over-revved and bent a pushrod in the apartment parking lot,goosing the engine, trying to figure out what was wrong afterwards, somebody kicked a dent in the rear deck i cant blame them, now
#198. To: All (#197)
i think it was redlined at 7200... what a sound, running the gears i hear it, like you hear trains in the distance... but i'm only imagining ...running past my cousin's place at 3 in the morning, 130 miles an hour.
#199. To: All (#198) (Edited)
we were of an age, the three of us... that cousin and another cousin and me but the cousin and the other cousin had something going, and i wasnt invited . she married a jeweler who seemed to be pretty customer oriented and looked sort of like a sheep they had kids, one of which was astonishing beautiful, and the other was the quarterback i guess she knew what she was doing
#200. To: All (#199)
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#201. To: All (#200) (Edited)
well, we got this crew, and you're the pilot, and you're looking for oil or uranium or something... you can make or lose thousands of dollars a day, for the company, so you get up early and peer into the dark and try to figure out if you'll be able to fly that day . this afternoon i go for beer, and i'm looking at the sky like i always do... it's overcast, kind of a lumpy overcast, but understandable... except for this one little patch of grainy darkness... an anomaly... it changes shape and moves my bad eyes cant figure it out... geese? the lady in the parking says, "naw, it's too high." i tell her i'll go home and google goose migration altitudes .
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#203. To: All (#202)
there's nothing much you can do about it
#204. To: All (#203) (Edited)
i come up from the wrong side, as always, and have to pivot the bike around on its front tire to reach the ATM with my right hand... then i notice there's nothing there, just a blank wall painted the same color as the ATM used to be... i look around... have they moved the ATIM? i go to the front door, there's a notice... they've closed this branch wells fargo
#205. To: All (#204)
...which is charging me, lately, an extra $13 a month for... what?
#206. To: All (#205) (Edited)
i remember some kind of notice from wells fargo... some kind of hoop you had to jump through... well, i didnt jump through it, didnt even read it... now i'm imagining a conversation between some poohbah at the bank and an industrial psychologist... . "so we'll get an extra $13 a month from 23% of our customers?" "right." "fuckin' ay!!""the way we've gamed it out, it looks like 23% of your customers wont bother reading the blurb."
#207. To: christine (#206)
You know when this POS spams the 4um with his BS at times like these , that is when I really REALLY wish I could take out the trash personally. Just saying.
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#208. To: titorite (#207)
there's a lot of people on your list, isnt there? dumb fuck take out
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it's a cool, calm, clear day here in the shire... but the big trees are starting to worry me we had a week of fake winter last week... even the squirrels took a nap, and the trees are not showing any buds.. . i can get $100 cash back at albertsons, so, even after the bank closed, it's gonna be no problem getting money together to buy the money order to pay the rent. . this harmonica cranks up outside the window... real live music... guys want to do a benefit for us old folks, but this is the wrong door... i play oly all day at the harmonica player, he plays some blues at me... they leave to look for another door
#211. To: All (#209)
mad dog fuckin' crazy
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#213. To: All (#212) (Edited)
the only time i ever heard a symphony live was at Takarazuka, the cheap seats connolly, again how did he know about stuff like that?
#214. To: All (#213) (Edited)
every time i go to the store, i go past the dogs, and i say "doggies, doggies" to them and they ignore me... once in a great while, they're not there and i miss them sometimes their mistress is puttering in the yard, and we talk... she's a wiry middle-aged woman with a finely-built weathered face, no makeup at all today she's fixing a hinge on the gate and i forget to ask her about happy curly, my favorite, who went away to live with her daughter... i ask her about chemtrails, she's never heard of them she says the internet is full of junk
#215. To: All (#214)
you look at the backs of your hands in good light "huh! ...those are old man's hands." what can you still do? think
#216. To: All (#215)
...or maybe you can play free and legal poker on the internet
#217. To: All (#216)
it's not likely anything will be left to chance
#218. To: All (#217)
the most tiresome thing, to an old man, is the puppy fights
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