Re: Penny Pritzker Poked a Pick of Packaged Peripherals (5 times fast)
messybear
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Oh you read it as a violin concerto, Heath? Adagio? Okay, I can enjoy that music (and will for a while right now. Mull it over, too, because I respect your observations) ...but the back of my mind hears something like early saloon piano & the monotone bump of a road weary floor tom with mallet——maybe a lone horn four stories up a redbrick overlooking the once flourishing strip of storefronts, daytime marketers bustling, & jazz/blues clubs that never “really” close.
Honest though, Heathcliffe, it’s not expressed as an “Oh woe is me” thing. ‘Gives a shit about me in the whole big picture. “Me” is all of us …every nosebreathing sentient being with the black-eyed awareness o sum middle mass of threadbare citizenship. Every purposefully-conditioned shrugging one of us bla-bla-blah——whatever gradient o mix (clickity-cliques), of personhood that isn’t fitted with the strong-arm wherewithal of a BOD, CEO, and a cache of hobnobbing lobbyists without souls.
The head-shake, the sigh & grimace that anyone paying attention damn-sure better be willing to acknowledge amidst the cries & the laughs that contain sum means o sanity b’tween the lines of any benevolent variety of sustained humanities. No? Hey, like any poem, if it can be called that, it’s all up for interpretation, but I’m not singing the personal blues here. I mean, it is personal, but far more civic. Some things brooding we all share from sea to oil-slicked sea. Generation to generation………
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Yet Saturday night at around 2AM or so a dear friend & I saw what we later found out to be 3 meteor fragments off Halley’s Comet, all of ‘em far more incredible than any shooting star; one like a flaming basketball with a tail the length of 4 football fields across the night sky. Wow! Absolutely once in a lifetime place & time. Once in a lifetime celestial phenomenon. [*shrugs*] Another day, y’ know? Such a pity we’re laden by our own astonishment and ass-halves with the power of nepotistic impunity gone greed & bilaterally insane, and flavored by the shoobs they've far too easily affixed to the strings of a puppeteer’s craft.
& it looks as though the beat will go on for the remainder o this President’s cabinet too (sigh). Rings within rings within rings within rings …the trickle UP continues yet another rotation roun’ the Sun
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intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
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messybear
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Oh you read it as a violin concerto, Heath? Adagio? Okay, I can enjoy that music (and will for a while right now. Mull it over, too, because I respect your observations) ...but the back of my mind hears something like early saloon piano & the monotone bump of a road weary floor tom with mallet——maybe a lone horn four stories up a redbrick overlooking the once flourishing strip of storefronts, daytime marketers bustling, & jazz/blues clubs that never “really” close.
Honest though, Heathcliffe, it’s not expressed as an “Oh woe is me” thing. ‘Gives a shit about me in the whole big picture. “Me” is all of us …every nosebreathing sentient being with the black-eyed awareness o sum middle mass of threadbare citizenship. Every purposefully-conditioned shrugging one of us bla-bla-blah——whatever gradient o mix (clickity-cliques), of personhood that isn’t fitted with the strong-arm wherewithal of a BOD, CEO, and a cache of hobnobbing lobbyists without souls.
The head-shake, the sigh & grimace that anyone paying attention damn-sure better be willing to acknowledge amidst the cries & the laughs that contain sum means o sanity b’tween the lines of any benevolent variety of sustained humanities. No? Hey, like any poem, if it can be called that, it’s all up for interpretation, but I’m not singing the personal blues here. I mean, it is personal, but far more civic. Some things brooding we all share from sea to oil-slicked sea. Generation to generation………
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Yet Saturday night at around 2AM or so a dear friend & I saw what we later found out to be 3 meteor fragments off Halley’s Comet, all of ‘em far more incredible than any shooting star; one like a flaming basketball with a tail the length of 4 football fields across the night sky. Wow! Absolutely once in a lifetime place & time. Once in a lifetime celestial phenomenon. [*shrugs*] Another day, y’ know? Such a pity we’re laden by our own astonishment and ass-halves with the power of nepotistic impunity gone greed & bilaterally insane, and flavored by the shoobs they've far too easily affixed to the strings of a puppeteer’s craft.
& it looks as though the beat will go on for the remainder o this President’s cabinet too (sigh). Rings within rings within rings within rings …the trickle UP continues yet another rotation roun’ the Sun
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intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
