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1962-1971

There are things people don't realize in today's Orwellian dystopia. When thrills are not only bought but niche markets. What? She sighed literary theory, 'representation' is defined as to look like or resemble, stand in for something or someone Or to present a second time; to re-present. A comeback. A greatness reassembled, as the spiritual … Continue reading 1962-1971

Bohemian Dives

In a trash city Roughly 1 million dollars in cash and jewelry were found in cardboard boxes, trunks and Cracker Jack boxes, and $500,000 was found in an oilskin bag that Ida hid under her skirt. An Ephemeral New York "Ida dies 5 months after her 'discovery' in 1932," age 93. The Mudd Club mythology … Continue reading Bohemian Dives

These times

claim your legacy, A hierarchy, what you are allowed to do in 75 median years. mother falls into the 'silent' generation category a square peg in a round hole She does not suffer fools well, Slightly quixotic and smarter than ever given credit for The better half, a twin.   A father to shed the skin … Continue reading These times

Bring the war home

The weapons of mass destruction came later, but mutually assured destruction was always on the table. What more could humanity want than mass suicide with complete erasure of our entire history? Only the political elite could come up with such existential idiocy. Planet of the Pigs In the spring of 1975, as America’s war in Vietnam … Continue reading Bring the war home

time-withered famine

Time! Has taken its toll on you The lines that crack your faceFamine! Your body, it has torn throughWithered in every place Pestilence! For what you've had to endurewhat you've put others through Death! Deliverance for you for sure Pestilence and Plague Now there's nothing you can do F$&K them

The Horse had a name

He was told by a reliable source that this was about a rather large industrial sized fan they used to circulate the air in their rehearsal space. The fan was out of balance, and would vibrate, and "crawl" across the floor. They called it Big Bertha... Picking up 95S, stubborn, southern, sultry, heading for an … Continue reading The Horse had a name

Free markets are not free

There was a sign that read "out of gas" at the local esso station down route six. The ne'erdowells and accolade-givers alike gathered round to hear their tribal leaders speak, from pulpits to podiums across this great land. Manifest destiny took on a whole new after-effect as Antonio got up to speak. The roar of … Continue reading Free markets are not free

Broca’s Place

A sideline no 2s Where we get audience members to send DNA or crypto tokens representing their DNA as part of the Risk bored (millennial marketing algorithms bi-monthly) games traversing Europa, Eurasia, The Gulag & West Bank. Orwellian continents now called economic zones. Everyone is now a registered commodity in relation to a thing of … Continue reading Broca’s Place