Thursday, April 25, 2019

"...history"


There's the history they taught you at school.
Then there's the wild shit you always
thought was going on.

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

"WHY?!"



"Why Haven't The Space Aliens
Taken Over Yet?!!!"

COM'ON GUYS HOW MUCH WORSE 
DOES IT HAVE TO GET DOWN HERE?!!!


"...dumplings"



I just had a thought about the unknown details of history. Perhaps an afternoon in the life of James Baldwin, and his running into Walt Whiteman. This outside of the 42nd street Library.

The story goes from there.

They later meet John Donne in Chinatown.
Our heroes decide to have a light breakfast of dumplings, and green tea. It's a crisp early fall morning in September 2001. This unlikely meetings hardly surprises them. They being mystics all assume such is to be expected from time to time.

Sez Donne,..."This vibration this electricity how you so depend on it." 
"I saw it's beginnings" said Walt. 
Lighting Chesterfield. "My damned bill is overdue" James grumbled.

There was a sudden rumble the floor shook. 
They looked up.
A flying machine has crashed into one of the great towers.
The sky was on fire.

"This is where I came in" said Donne not at all surprised.

( I might pitch this to Hulu as a min-series.)

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

"History Watches"


Old gent in a 1932 trainyard reads a strange article. 
It goes, "...As you read this people all over the world 
in the year 2019~AD will be watching you. 

Somewhat befuddled he looks around, and sez, 
"...I'll be damned."

Monday, April 22, 2019

"Smile"








Fuck this evil shit!

I wanna live in another timeline. 
Ya know the one we were supposed to fucking have. 
Yeah that one with the space stations coming out of our butts.
The one with free education health care easily affordable houseing.

All the normal boring crap an advanced society would have as a matter of course, and not be insane radical dreams like here.

I want to live there.
We bleeping all earned the right to live there!

That place where I can wander to the library while Black, and not be roughed up by cops. That or have to live in fear I can't get my meds. 
That or be killed for fun by Nazis.

That place where the world works just slightly better than here.
It wouldn't take much. It really wouldn't.
Say the $5 Trillions of bucks they spent on the Terror Wars.
Ya know that war that just made everything worse?

If it was spent on our own country.
Fuck! ...we'd all be living like the Jetson's now. 

I want to meditate in the Temple of the Holy Boy. 
Spend my retired summer afternoons in green plazas.
Watching youths, and boys bathe in the public fountains.

This while wandering string quartets play fucking Mozart.
Him Fat's Waller, and the frigging Beatles.

I want to drive cool Tomorrowland 1950's wheels like the above.
Cars would look just like that too
 If the prosperity of that time never ended.

Which it never had to. 

That was all a deliberate act of economic genocide.
This to stop the middle class from expanding to everyone. 
Ending the hegemony of the One Percent.

Okay time to stop.
I'm sweating, and drooling a bit here.
Yeah I get overwrought.

I'm going into conspiracy again.

Good night.

"Posted Two Years ago,...Still True"

"Hearts"




Though it's the middle of January I'm thinking of "Gaie" Pride Day. The fact that it's been 50f all winter to this day likely puts me in a summer frame of mind

Anyway June is Queer Pride Month,...for some. Mostly for the "We're just like You" assimilated "Straight~Gay" stroller pushers.  I think now in the scary age of Trump they'll find where they really stand.

'But to my point.

I'd like to re-claim Fag Day for 'ALL' Queers Sissies Sexual Outlaws, and assorted  gleeful Weirdos.
You know the Perverts that were the ones actually engaged in the Revolutionary Revolt, and Riot at the Stonewall?
This is for them Bless their Swishy Boy Loving Finger Nail Painted Gown wearing Outlaw Hearts!

"Ангелы"~"Angels"





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