Tuesday, June 11, 2013
"...facebook account hacked looking for help...scammers hackers posing as facebook support help with even the 1-800 numbers being fakes, hackers...Facebook opening HQs in Ireland to avoid US taxes with yet another branch in India...just another outsourcing scheming lying corporation out for the filthy lucre...joining the likes of GM, Walfart, etc...life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone as Mellencamp once sang...NSA data mining everybody denying everything seeming a little like I dare say...Watergate...purple haze got in my brain lately things just don't seem the same...Internet is both a blessing and a curse...look boss, da plane, da plane!!...Welcome to Fantasy Island..."
Monday, June 3, 2013
"....Facebook encourages you to friend people with constant friend requests yet their policy is just the opposite...what irony...but then their stock has been flat since going public so I guess their trying to purge the free accounts...just a conspiracy theory?...interloping upon a fusion of time...the green grass warm air early morning tejas...First Amendment a funny thing because it is voluntarily given up constantly upon signing on to many company policies...breathe, breathe in the air...don't be afraid to care..."
Sunday, June 2, 2013
"...andropause(male menopause) diabetes shingles psoriasis these diseases upon me with the shingles slowly fading...I am Jack's farting sphincter exuding another revelation in conservative thought...Middle East Arab Spring hopefully leading to a better day someday but right now its just ugly war, death, hurt...high tech surveillance society upon us but its way past the year 1984...I am a jellybean the Germans thought Kennedy said with Ich Bin Berliner getting some laughter from the crowd...Reagan ate jellybeans...is this a conspiracy?...though you get the confession of who shot the sheriff in the Marley/Clapton song you still never find out who shot deputy...I wrote a song about the deputy once...que sera sera what ever will be will be...Pauly Shore is the son of Diana Shore a true fact..."
Thursday, May 30, 2013
"...the Crap Master 3000 Elevated Toilet Seat is now installed so me and the old man can drop brown bombs on the porcelain god...take me to funky town...take me to funky town...storms tornadoes mother nature sneezing from our pollutants...Dr.Zaus warned us let them not breed in great numbers for they will make a desert of your land and theirs...the Pocket Pussy an 80s porn ad once read in some skin rag: no real man would be without it....especially the guy with a bad 80s mullet holding it with a cheesy smile...four score and seven years ago...gee Abe what was wrong with just saying 87 years ago?...the eloquence of his belching was not enjoyed by all especially those canines drinking from the bidet containing chunks of pate....brethren...let us break wind...PFFFF...the old man smell permeated both time and space..."
Sunday, May 26, 2013
"...Atlas Farted: Oh Hank...Yes Dagby...we are the greatness that is ourselves now let us drink more champagne, eat caviar & pate and tell that goddamn waiter to hurry up before I fire the son of bitch...after all I'm payin' 'em all of $2.13/hr...we dream of payin' no more since all we give a shit about is money and high profit margins...I am Hank Reardon the self-man man...I do not even have parents who had to have sex to conceive me....I spontaneously created myself through my air of greatness...or in a test tube I forgot which...I have a new kinda steel business and I'm so goddamn self-made I created the elements of iron & carbon so I would have the atomic material for my product...before me there were only 90 natural elements in the periodic table...I built the roads to my own factories(fuck those underpaid illegals that say different!), created the electricity(Edison/Tesla are goddamn liars!) , and even created the whole economic system by which I racked in the filthy lucre (I conceived the whole American stock market & banking system in 1913 while taking a shit in San Juan)...I had no teachers to teach me to read... my greatness just gave me that knowledge...fuck that beaner in those commercials...I am the most interesting man in the world!..."
Thursday, May 23, 2013
"...in all these Obama scandals where is Patty Smyth?...she use to run with Scandal in the 80s...I saw Jesus a few minutes ago...he was Hispanic driving a lawn care truck & trailer coming from an underpaid job from some benign white racist...the type with a hand full of non-white friends,rural dweller fearing the city with hundreds of firearms wasting paper targets and nothing more...always the perpetual victim of non-white, non-upper middle class people and gummit who finds every tax loop hole...believes GE is so clever for not paying a cent in taxes...who are you? who who who?...the human animal who is so arrogant that in this vast universe of thousands of galaxies, solar systems, and planets that God/Great Spirit/Mother Nature is actually that concerned with him/her when Earth's other animals live in harmony with the planet and are better behaved...only the human animal kills for pleasure...pathetic...when I think of Unchained Melody I think of Van Halen-Unchained-not some cornball Big Band tune...Ben Stein bangs on the Speaker of The House's tanning bed screaming BOEHNER!BOEHNER!...after 75 years in the Gov's office Dumbya clone (who was Cheney's puppet) Perry leaves with his kickbacks as the Smyth song plays...Goodbye To You..."