BURAKUMIN

Begin with Chorus I've got a right (Backup repeat) I've got a right We've all got a right (Back up echo) (We've all got a right) Well Ive got a right to fuck Dale Beavers wife All night I can see you need a real man (all drop out but drums) And baby baby baby that just what I am oooh Mama mama its all right. Verse (follows "when i get home" Beatles middle bridge melody as verse) You saw me standing there and It was clear You had to take me home But what do we do about you know who.... Over there? Back to chorus.

The vile putrid stench of demons, thought long ago abandon by a nation committed to "Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness" The events of Charlottesville VA this weekend, the Fraud in the White Houses's anemic response and this seeming moral equivalency being offered are the final warning....we should all heed. No this is not a fluke, a passing fad...this is hatred of other human beings and the celebration of evil actors and symbols from our monstrous recent past.  If my grandfather(S) were both alive to see their Republican Party, tacitly excusing the celebration of the very principles they risked their lives in defeating in World War 2....Hmm. Disgust. I, in the past, like many intellectuals, have tried to offer rational explanation underlying the seething rage...the economic anxieties, etc etc etc...not justifying...but trying to understand the evolution. No longer. Fuck them. They want to put their big boy pants on and celebrate the lynching of Blacks. T

of course boredom walked me here. ennui. that giant hole. the elusive groove. i laugh a lot and smile and it is real. joy is my salvation. i find the absurd in most everything. myself included. lately i have been working in sales. which is what we all do. some of us accept an hourly wage for our sales, but the rock stars decide to float our stock. no matter what you do, it is sales. and i am pretty good. not great. only because i have not decided on whether to blow the whole fucking thing up or whether to get drunk and giggle. i glide. in a pattern indiscernible and glad. i realize that my fellows strength is my strength. my heart is nourished by madness. the madness that hovers just below. my stroll is smart. because deep in my soul i have always intuitively known that your dance is my dance.  your dreams are mine. your pain, i too have surrendered to that memory of loss. the love that wasn't. the dream that hoped  sacrosanct in it's inviolability but left