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10-6-08	986.742 Nothing "bursts." . . . Bursting is a neat structural-to-destructural atomic rearrangement, not an undefinable random mess. =Bucky
8-28-08	The Essential Problem: Is by refusing to take care of people who are not taking care of themselves (invalids & incompitàns) my society putting the fear on all people? Some people will be unable to survive! They will die in the gutter and this is understood as the rule and accepted by many. But, there is an exactly similar breed who will also flourish in this envirônment; this is the lone bureaucrat. U.S.A., they say, is a ""democracy"", though more educated persons may tell you hotly it is actually a 'Repüblik!', which seems fine. In fact, sirs (or madams), YOU, live in a Bureaucracy. The lone bureaucrats, working not in collusion or conspiracy however nonetheless in concert and congress with each-other throughout the system/history to preserve themselves from the tragic fate of their brothers and sisters rotting in gutters and prisons throughout the country, seeking friarfully to maintain at all costs a system whereby meaningless, simplikidy and often spirit crushing labors are made to seem critichally important. Truth Be Known, Accounting seems to have been near completely unnecessary in ancient Rome, the greatest most powerful society of record. Isis is Venus is Xerx's for figurin'! Go figure? Granting someone access to the company technical library might seem like a rudimentary position, like somehow an ankle-shakled-slave might have performed the task in the old Empire; but woe, here in the USA it is another matter, One of National Securitý! Long lectures are prepared, memo's are dispatched, upper management is consulted, there are layoffs etc. you get the picture, Sure. In plushly appoínted buardrooms gazing out over the marvelus vistàs of the tallest downtown office töwers coats to coasts is heard the hewcry of uncompromising wealthymen wrathfulwantingtold HOW MUCH DID WE SPEND THIS YEAR ON STAPLES?8D! Meanwhile... productive people with good ideals can not be herd. The light of the visionaries is queltched. IF it was accepted common practice and common sense that taking care of indigents and complicated inebriants was not only the 'Right' human thing to do but also the most efficient and reasonable way to behave societally, this problem might largely go away; nincompoops could be sent home to masturbate to death instead of being promoted; and the visionaries could at last gain the reigns to this runaway wagontrain before it's too late! THIS SUNDAY! ) O ( K---shh,moon;) qt baby qt... ;D
8-21-08	If YOUW don’t think Herman GAUCHE is the coolest thing in the band in the World then fine, FUCK YOU I don’t care. What’s imporant in this life is that you understand that MATT BRANDT is the most amazing personality on the planet at any given time. THATs what's important. Double you. Double you. Dougle Me(dot)mattmeansmagic(dot)com SO... I’m sure you won’t believe me when I tell you he put a deck of cards in a balloon because he's also funny and he said it was the only safe way to shuffle cards that his volunteer from the audience had touched, because there’s deseasèz. He inflated the prophylactic balloon, shook da baroon, and den he pued a cawd ow ov et w’out owntye’n et, aye cuw beweive et! He made a dryer sheet vanish; he put a chain I myself tested for strength over his tapped-together-forfinger-thumb in no more than an instant, OK its hard to explain but even before my hard-believing eyes I tell you he swallowed 6 razor blades and then a thread. He pulled the thread out of his very throat with those identical 6 raisin blades (identical looking?) attached like fish on a stringer. I have witnesses by gob, buh ye she git yar oewn. He’s muy majishan un ya cunt ave’em. Coont, ye. Aaare! That boy reallly does it for me. :*)
7-30-08	Monetize: a term meaning essentially 'printing money'. Collective will and reason have as little bearing on the direction of our economic policy as our foreign policy here in the United States of America. So we can expect that even though it is crazy and sure to fail, the course from here will be predictable at least through the remainder of the Bush 'Presidency'. That course will be to 'monetize' the loss of 2-3 trillion dollars in the Fannie/Freddie bailout as well as bailing out whatever more banks fail, another $50 to $500 trillion. So all that money will have to be 'printed' and will flood our monetary system in the form of more paltry 'stimulus' packages for you and me and the rest to corporations and banks so they can keep on doing what they've been doing, which is stealing honest peoples honest pay, which is the hole that's in the sky, which is the magick lemon pie. So instead of us getting all that money which is rightfully ours because it was criminally obtained (by crooked accounting practices designed by crooked people and signed into law by crooked presidents) BACK they will just 'print' a lot more money. In essence you can think of this as 'rising tide raises all ships'. The ships that are sunk will stay sunk beneath the Yachts and Cruise Ships in the port. The only difference you and I will notice is that we make a lot more money, your salary will be 5 to 50 times more. Minumum wage will be between $30 and $3,000 an hour, and the proverbial 'loaf of bread' will be in roughly this price range as well. Everything else will be the same. Of course there will be some uprisings, people might get shot because that minimum wage increase is 'slow coming' and causes food riots. But the opportunity will be blown to get all that money back, to change things for the better, because Barak will blow it for us, because we put our hope in someone that voted against impeaching the establishment, who voted for keeping troops in Iraq, who did not speak up when it was time to take a stand. There is another possibility though, and that is that the dollar collapses because China and Russia decide it is time for a new world order. All they have to do is use the excuse that the USA has demonstrated that it is corrupt and does not honor its currency. If they sell off their dollar reserves then the treasury can print as much money as it likes, they will be completely worthless outside the United States. PS- there is nothing of any value in the United States. That will be the end of the world. The people of the United States will feel justifiably threatened by this development because they will be starving to death. They will be told that China and Russia and Venezuela are behind this and they will suppoprt global war to get back what they had (albeit nearly nothing). This will again allow the establishment to remain established, lording over their subjects who hold wonderously that mysterious and capling hand. You are a people I do not understand and to you must we put an onion. OR! Or. or, enough people will get the clues here stateside that Rock and Roll will never die but is to live and birth again another generation given for salvation to the struggle to diminish the legions of the damned trapped in living death, soulless somnambulation that is Big Brother's Business. To claim for themselves the fruits of their own labors, and give of themselves their arts for the glory that is to recieve and rejoice, to live and breath and wonder and discover. The streets will pulse and wrythe with furious life hellbent on one world Rock and Roll forever, Wayne the Train will Shake Our Bones! Bam-ba-Lamb Black Betty will belt her songs! Mr. Mojo Risen will ride home to the lake on the snake, the ancient snakebaby. Baby snakes. The nightmare pervading will fade out like rain and the music will Reign will Reign, a gain! You think? Well, you can be with them or against them, but make no mistake: They are against YOU!
07-16-08	Now America, I don't want you too take this the wrong way. Your degenerate, despicable, superficial, wasteful, angry, violent way of life is coming to an end but that is A Good Thing:) Killing people in foreign lands, like you did in Bagdhad and Basra, imprisoning your own fellow man without trial like you did all those BOYS in Guantanamo, and torturing even your fellow citizens until their psyche's were blown out and they went crazy like you did to JOSE, those were things you shouldn't have done, because it's mean. Being mean is just a way of saying that you are scarred and it's OK to be scarred, but not to be mean. Your president George Bush is very mean, and very scarred. He is responsible for a lot of bad things and he has to go away now, but do you think it will be OK if another man gets to be president and keeps on being mean to the whole world? I don't think so. What is George W. Bush afraid of? Well, he is afraid that he has made a mistake! When you and I make a mistake we like to tell people that we are sorry, and when we say we are sorry that means that we won't do it again! But if you don't tell people you are sorry, sometimes that is because you want to keep on doing bad things, and that means that you are a bad person! There are bad people in the world, that do terrible things to people on purpose. I don't like it and it makes me sad, but it is true. You can help a bad person by being nice to them, but you have to be careful because sometimes they don't get better. You should never turn your back on a mean person that you are being nice to. Prison is a good place for bad people, but prison should not be a place where bad people die, it should be a place where bad people get better! America is a place that has been overtaken by mean people in power. Franklin Roosevelt was a good leader, and he was a TRUE American who said 'The Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself!' And that was a wise thing to say because when there are bad people all around, sometimes it might seem easier to be mean too! But if you decided that you believe in yourself, and that being mean is wrong, no matter what, then there is nothing to FEAR because even if you die or get tortured you will still be a good person, and good people are happy and live forever! Isn't that a good thing! It means that life is like a video game that you keep getting better at until you win! You know I am right because you have had Deja Vu, that is when you remember your life before you live it? Werid huh? But its TRUE! Now America, you have been very wasteful and you thought that was OK. You wasted things that many people all over the world worked very hard to make for you and you used it up and threw it away and now it's gone forever and we have to start all over. If you are scarred, just remember that being a good person is all that really matters, and YOU CAN DO IT! But if you stay scarred, things will get worse and you will get more and more scarred. You will be on the bad peoples side and THEY WILL MAKE YOU GO TO WAR instead of saying you are sorry. Being sorry doesn't mean you are a bad person, it means you are a good person now who likes to help other people. You can help good people be happy and bad people turn good. If you are scarred to loose the things you have, if you are afraid of that then I can't help you because everyone looses everything when they die or go to sleep and they start over again. But you can always keep your self, and you can take that with you! Can I come with you too?
5-6-08	Then I was walking down the sidewalk And beautiful girly sauntered towards me through the shady of the tres And low she was raising her arm high unto the lip of her arabesque talking as it was on up a stair-phone Exc, she is concluding this one call to be finished before the dawn of time as she is passing by me! she is done but does not stop. I bight my tongue with fervor Should I at last cry out to meet her?! No it is a plumbers date I have to meet and this time tomorrow I must surely be at work! But today is Tuesday and I recently have been on a new schedule- 40 hrs. Dawn to dusk except On WEDNESDAYs - so toomooroew I could reschedule for a more convenient time! (whilst me and the lady communicate the 'hEY' hmm:) "No I'm sorry, somethings come up..." Etc. Who was that? she would say when I hung up and I would kiss her, the plumbers. nevermind that, want to take a bath? Wait. Fuck. The Showers Backing Up...the dream fades I cried out not HEY butt nul, a simple whimper related to my parents I'm still lost upon the sidewalk Commuting with my neighbors along corridors of Steel! Allowing for an afterlife, I'll see you all to heal!
4-22-08	Its been estimated that the very wealthy founder of Oracle Corp. sits in control of such fantastic quantities of monies that he would need to spend something on the order of one hundred thousand$ every hour just so he could stop getting richer all the time. To spend it on things like food that spoils or parties, things that do not pay dividends. To waste it: burn it; give it (a-a..can't sell it!); wheatpaste it to the pavement, something! Chew this with your intellect; see its implications. So he can't stop getting richer? Then the ephemeral questioin, what if whealf? Wew, if it vis: A Bunch of Figs? Ow, if it za-vis: A Bunch of Wook? Aul ma live long days. I toil, a brute. All of us together toiling, doing making things. Only, so many of us after all, can't keep up making a living. Not for Him Who Sits Atup That Mountain. The dollar is falling like; is it the King? or, for the savy; like raining brimstone. Its's alll in nyourour mindseins peepeepolepeephole. Jesust remimemburrbore:: An economic system which encourages the hording of monies by awarding interest without penalties must sassify this precept: Oracle Dude Must Get Richer On Account A Cuz He Has So Mach. Whatever you do with your life economically, an ever increasing portion must be alooted for this. And now it (the systems) is broken. If we let them fix it, our wages will become peasant'spittance. The way to redeemtion is to erect a pedestal to "Penalty", that is: "Use It Or Loose It". That would be Echopneumical.
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3-5-08	The cricket on the hill is closing next week & I’m heading that direction alley ways for neighboring Kelly’s ‘Superette’. They have a'for year lease, but whose to say the buyer willn’t break it, gambling the cost of suing prohibitive for a locaIn grocer like Wayne. -The man was being forthright, when, they told him, that they intended to ‘fix up the place. It’s unlikely. He didn’t trust him and we judge him a Good judge of character. He claims the Duke for namesake. Walking in I's grab a red delicious apple while Wayne waits on the matron ahead from me. -Natural Light American Spirits aaah, there you go. I set the apple on top of it and look. -A little of the good and the bad I am saying my head swims in the panoply of associations. Wayne is unaffected. -Almost done, he says. Mmn, I was gona stop for a whisky at Gabor's but I thought’d better get down here before you close. - 10 o’clock on weekdays now.’ Thanking him the sensor announces my departure. Here is Joe walking, solemnly observing a last night at The Cricket On the Hill, 25 years his claim. There is a ghost reflected in his eyes. I will appologise one day for a forgoten indiscression. We will talk about it. I smoke with him and move indoors. ‘Lets get a Red Label on the rocks over here’ I to Sara’s downturned face reflected in the mirror. Behind the bar, please? ‘Hey Nate whatcha doing” small talk touching on the studio break beat report' business, I’m bringing her current. Wan't Bill McG. Cashier: she gives me $25: first months rent. Keys:Weds. RingRings! Turning to my Onion I read of a nationwide ‘Idiom’ shortage, it is a bull flown crisis. The white house has yet to comment. gh. I pull the apple from my codatpocket. My fingers squeak for styro-acoustic mantle. A good waxed red delicious. The bite. -Hello Nathan Perry. Astern, it is Hession’s voice; her boyfriend ambling close near. Is that an apple? A cheap snack, goes right well with whiskey. Did you get it from Adam and Eve? No. Wayne. An hor's more. Chris is amazed that I played Riverboat Gamblers, I: amazed at Ozburn's saying ‘Fairys Wear Boots’. I’m mending now your friend was done with me. I’m glad she, She I Treasured, didn’t end Our friendship then. This is a decent dude you're here with. You deserve him. But be careful... -He almost ran me over in the alley earlier. Apparently it freaked him out a little? Why didn’t he stop and say hello? though. I’m happy and thankful for you. This candid expression ofe mutual appreciation we convey pours such water of assurance o'er my heart I should shudder lest I weep for joy exceeding awkward. Thanks for the beer. And the bounce. Later. ‘Chris I’ll see you soon. Thanks for the songs.’ No regrets. I loved and lost and lived. The swing doors at Gabor’s will swing again this summer. There is more to come from her (if not next door!). Somone stomped the Cricket, but that’s la Cucurachas co'usin homes. We have friends. Cricket bows will blend and bend out-of-shape tomorrow same as old. A h-el-el-co-pt-t-er passing overhead drones away to the northeast, flanging high to low, red-and-green flaishing. Not like the ones hung from Downing Street, splashing steady on the wet concrete, briefly yellow 'tween.
2-23-08	e-mail message received: 2/19 7:19PM title: taxiplanes from: Muzacz Lohden to: theshiznit@nathanperry.com: "Hej, <commercial break> [my interpretation, then] Patched up a mank agreement, which they have published, wherein he is glorified. Neither of the strangers thinking much of botticelli. Keith macleod was my study afterwards and said, gloomily on the spent, succeed in, overcoming all difficulties. Every ornament, o thou that bearest an awful spear, we wholly misconceived each other. She drooped the south, to retain her political supremacy, by the name of saptacharu, and if one offereth thou my youth and enjoy as thou listest the pleasures by dhritarashtra, one day began to describe (in son jishnu. The lot of that delighter of the pandus ifbe compared with tim. C. 1, this will be clear. Of stars is only a mutual lifeinsurance company. and awakening from samadhi, for in the first the." I think its cool. Dropping the south makes it sound like the Am.Civ. War was thown, then the indian word 'saptacharu' appears in the Vidas somewhere, looks like 'separation' a little bit, which is also a bit like 'secession', which 'succeed' appears earlier in the Keith MacLeod portion after the strangers discussing Botticelli and the 'mank' agreement, which could be 'plank': the most fundamental unit of all measurements, or 'plank' the thing ye blindfold pirate's prisoners walk, or 'munk' or 'mink' or 'mock' are variously amusing. On to the pleasures of diarrheashtray? Then Jesus as 'jishnu', 'pandus ifbe' would be maybe 'pishtun' or 'Hindu tribe', if be, and the gospel according to Timothy, the stars of destiny, insure our death, and the letter ends with the same word as Finnegans Wake 'the.' except there's an extra period.
2-16-08	Q: How Do You Know Denver Fits You Like a Glove?: A:I slept down by the river; what a sad dream I had. I'm afraid My love it must be trü Today I must go and 1eave You, Today I will be gone. I awoke and I was surrounded Men of the Law stood before me Asking me my name and business, demanding proof of me: Demanding; Proof of me: Proof Of Me ... "What Do You Want From Me, Would You Have me Your prisoner?" ~NO! But you must give us that Horse! Ey, You Must Give Us That Long Grey Horse! "LISTEN! He Ain't For SALE! Never for the law to Rid~e" if that should happen None should be safe! Even the birds even the Birds would be afraid to fly (!...!...!) So they asked again what was my name (They asked again what was my name) .and two were dead before they could move Two were dead before they could move that's my name, That's my Name, If You Please That's my name Sixteen Horsepower Outlaw Song ~ Traditional
1-30-sameysamey	(Q): I Wish I Had A Little Lamb?! (A): Gyroka
1-29-08	no one reads this shit