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 spiritualContinue 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 mythologyContinue reading “Bohemian Dives”

Brave New World

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen… It’s a cool April morning and we have yet to awaken from this common nightmare, set to put the cat amidst the pigeons. And if things weren’t bad enough, mere moments ago, a notification declared non-essential errands must come to an end.Continue reading “Brave New World”

History is a cruel intention

History repeats itself, cruelty with intention is not capable of mercy therefore the only outcome is mutually assured destruction. “punishment is removal and censure.” The rich got 13 percent but remember that there were not that many to begin with in 2010, fewer than 150 million people or only 2 percent of the global population.Continue reading “History is a cruel intention”

Hostage to Time

I’m in overload, having to maintain self-control, lacking self-confidence, afraid and fearful, having nowhere to turn, fringe dweller, feeling burned, the body aches make this eleventh hour, a despair all its own. No, opposites don’t attract, that’s the exception not the rule, like extradition and synchronization, implication, a supposition, dereliction ad infinitum. You only revealContinue reading “Hostage to Time”

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 anContinue 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 ofContinue 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 ofContinue reading “Broca’s Place”