While the flowers bloom with fragrance and pollen, the bees are dying from people. The living dead wander the earth for money they seek to survive. There always is food in America–the dumpsters overflow with plastic wrapped sandwiches and cartoons of sour milk and so much beer regurgitated.
If sleep were only in a dream where cousins, aunts and uncles roam and all came to your wedding, along with mom and dad and home and a place where time was only a photograph of a moment that seemed to approve of itself in that it was real, the waking time would linger on to do the work that mattered in the mastering of sleep. And then he woke up.
Rupert can’t bring himself to drive a taxi again. The last time he was rammed he was injured because of equipment ignorance and negligence on the part of Big Yellow Taxi and the greed of Veolia Transportation, since the airbag in his seat deployed and because of the safety barrier, smashed him in the lower left rib cage. Perhaps it’s depression or laziness after being ripped off by Damien Mumsford and also having the roof to the house sabotaged or just plain damaged because of incompetence on the part of the Jew carpenter. He called himself the mountain Jew so Jew carpenter seems to fit his new role. The theft of a laptop by a black man pretending to be a hat wearing Moslem dude or whatever,didn’t help matters. Further and farther into the cave Rupert sinks, not trusting his instincts for the moment that all bad things happen for a reason though sometimes it takes years to see the outcome. There really is no way out. Don’t get him started on the Christians–and the Punjab Sikhs and the witches and warlocks and vampires. But vampires are no longer human so they may get a pass.
BBC America reported more people are turning to god once again even in these modern times. That brings us to a Rupert quote “If you ain’t got any money you better keep the faith.”
How to present Take a Bite of the Apple complete with storyboard. That was the dream and now we must work on the presentation with limited resources and talent. The fact is a dream is that thing that happens when we sleep–when anything is possible. And then we wake up and we really can’t fly–all of those dead people are really dead and most of the people we actually come into contact with don’t really give a good duck’s ass–nor have the sense of one.
Joe Biden is the senator from Delaware and usury will continue in the credit card industry–Plagiarism with a smile. The census is upcoming and in 2000 Chicago had a vast over-count from missing floors and buildings. Mayor Daley’s brother was in charge of the census. There is only oligarchy and the evil that drives men’s souls. B’less still has a mayor that makes good use of tax credits and gift cards meant for poor kids and she shines her teeth with the fur from dead animals and skins of constituents. And the once daily newspapers are being eliminated so shit doesn’t just happen it is orchestrated without oversight. Once there was an idea of fair government by the people–the machines are in charge.
Whether it be herbs or pretty flowers or the grapes of wrathful whatever his name is on 24–we must watch what we are doing in the get go. Cause the cause that we are cheering is not what some are hearing but all in all you reap what gives and what you sow.
Did Pachelbel fire the cannon that brought the levees down or was that these cheneys round the heart just set us free. Take that cheney he’s a fart and set us free. Ain’t no use in contemplatin it just makes me constipatin–take this cheney he’s a fart and set us free. Rupert like to rhyme.
It’s to be a comedy, of course, like all the others. Some may not view it as such–humorless they may be.
Why is Dick Cheney attempting to have all of the attention focused on him. Is there someone he’s protecting that had a hand in the cluster fudge of 911 and Iraq. Did GW give billions to Africa for AIDS because senior was involved when the bug was planted to test humans and escaped from the bottle? Is it madness or guilt that drives man’s ambitions. Just because you have the power should it be used and abused? Who is dick covering for? Where is the TNT Drama that portrays the madness. Only in fiction does the truth come out. None of us are IMMUNE. We’ve been told there are no conspiracies–only coincidences or happenings with vast dirty windows of emptiness and opportunities and players and prawns and shots of bourbon while hunting quail. The basis of all evil is envy and masturbation, stroking oneself for a brief splash of ecstasy and pleasure because it’s not there in reality. And then believing that one has gotten away with something because the lie is believed over and over again. Rupert likes to jerk off.
Maybe it’s the hoses running from the pipes above the ground into the houses and restaurants of FED HILL. Maybe it’s the broken water mains and rusty water. Maybe they really are running beer through the pipes–a drunken population don’t need no water know nuttin and they take a crap wherever they want.
In the morning when the bars are closing– others stir to make the daily bread–the corner drugstores send lookouts around for posing to push the wire deeper in your head. The hook is set when reading is a problem for you to learn just who is friend or foe. When the envy catches you still hunting it’s the time left to forget all you think you know. Rupert likes to rhyme.