Oh BROTHER!  It hurts! Stings! The awareness…….the sorrow….the dread…... Quit it!

What’s the real-estate situation in your neck o' the hood, Mickbotshire? …Shit’s piling far too high here.  By the time we come to our senses there may be little left of the place we loved just enough to let them kill it. 

I saw a vampire movie once, can’t remember the title (no, not the turtle).  In it each vampire died differently when killed … but all of them went out madly, wildly, explosively; …oh I hope this is more like a last explosive dying gasp of the monumentally stupid and the fire & brimstone marionette. (After two nights of …well, let’s just say…an excellent recurring sensual dreamstate that is none but refreshing to say the least) I had this dream last night where a familiar (whuh?) face and another familiar (sneer) face were alone in a row boat, on a private wooded lake, with a flask of scotch and talking about how generations have been quietly moving America towards Adolf’s notions of a cleansed and controlled civilization.  That the plan is nearing it’s apex, that long ago they’d decided open warfare wouldn’t get it done, that it had to come via hierarchal assimilation.  A day when democracy would only be a word, when absolute power would be written carefully into legislation, when the people would be crippled by fear, uncertainty & doubt… OH SHIT, I woke up with a head and neck ache like nothing.  What an age of man this is.  What a dubious day at the polls to come.  I sure picked a bad time to quit filling my head w/ notions of drowning sorrows in music experimentation. 

Oh to be at a powwow with Chief Red Cloud and his tribe, dancing in the buffalo that would never again come … and thinking:  This is the worst of it … probably going to be alright.  How could it ever get worse than this? ………hahahah….Oh YIKES