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We're in a Bastard State now-a-days... & it's scary. To be honest, it's actually a bastardized version of a Bastard State. The worm turns only so long as it's not bitten. And the apples this year are delicious. And it's heavy. It's hard to breath with a jackboot on your chest. And the Din - the hum & the clang - make it damn near impossible to hear a goddamn word that is said. The balls. The SHEAR BALLS of it. And the nerve. Someone has shit on the chest of Fun. The Mountain will admit when he is wrong, but the River flows on, la-dee-da. The pigs go to market & corn is too expensive to EAT, let alone BUY. I'm cryin' out here, Mama. I'm cryin'. That's a long knife that man has in his hand. "I'll sell ya the old man up there fer a dollar. He comes with that bus." I'm no fool sir... & my nickel stack has learned to read. I'll question this cos i'm told to. The answers i don't understand, but that hardly matters. The answers are Deaf. The answers are Dumb. Understanding is a Faerie Tale. With your back to the Wall there are only so many directions/options. Luckily, that slender finger pointing towards the floor gives you plenty of reasons to be on your knees. The view out back is splendid. Pour me some tea & let us forget what we learned today. There's a limit on these. Let's protest! We need a distraction, else we'll have many a bad taste to digest. "We're not like that." A pelican scoffs at fish. He knows what they know... & what they don't. Lessons are cheap, but you've got to come to the surface to hear the Man talk. Stump up there, this is gonna be good... |