#140

when one adjusts oneself to poverty it aint nothing to think about except for periodic panics around april fifteenth and rent time and bill pay periods but rice is filling and grape nuts are cheap and if you can quit the smokes like i did you can live on forty bucks a week no problem plus rent costs of course but even with such a low spending rate money runs out and employment becomes necessary almost paramount and such pride tied up in making a living wage and dont even think about taking a girl out when you cant support yourself better to just wait out the prime of your life and meditate as your testosterone drains from your blood and when you reach middle or maybe old age and you are solvent finally you will have no interest in sex and so it is you just missed participating in the cycle of life instead contributing words and music and movies to the world not children but who is to say which is the nobler with overpopulation such a concern but also consider the glut of media content and how long it takes for greatness to rise to the top of the bucket o fruitful o despair o confusion

#139

far east feast disoriented in the orient kabuki theater masks violence meekness machismo submission samurai epic musashi miyamoto from savage maniac killer to wise and noble fencer of middle age only a few hundred corpses to wisdom killing whoever insults him or whoever challenges him or whoever he so pleases fending off ambushing armies and slicing the life out of opponents with a single stroke pursued by women he has forsaken hunted by men he has never met taken in by geishas challenged to duels at sunset in rice paddies and gates to cities on beaches bushwhacked by brigands mount fuji in the distance wisdom years away and with wisdom comes heavy sadness and deep wrinkles between the eyes obnoxious laughing zen priest is always so hysterical why wont he shut up and let me out of this tree let me out of this attic give me some advice that doesnt put my life in peril offer me shelter from the brigands feed me bathe me clothe me just dont trick me there is a long way to go after my battle with the great longswordsman until i find something something

#138

highway man ramblin round nothing but a suitcase full of bottled tears not a care for himself or anyone else harmonica soundtrack in the dusty desert town to town barroom girls dancing like a diamond shines it sparkles before she speaks a shot of booze to get him through just enough fuel for the endless drive through nothing to nowhere waiting round to die nothing but a desert sunrise stops the flow but once a day at the end of another lost night on the lost highway waking up beneath the stairs that lead to gypsy sallys love for a night and nothing more careful not to let his suitcase spill because the shame will fall with the rain the blues are the song wont be long til he ties on his flying shoes satisfaction no longer a thought in his ramblin mind riddled with rot full of holes of memories as tired as his feet as far away as a mountain moon no desire but to not be there wherever that may be shenandoah shadows melancholy on his soul the sound of weariness in his throat no hope to rest easy or rest at all because there has got to be traveling on forever and ever til he lays down to sleep forever and ever wearily

#137

lonely woman ornette coleman the shape of jazz to come i dont understand it but i cant stop listening to it even though i sort of hate it the squeals the meaningless runs the harsh imprecise harmonies the rhythmless drums the squirrelly bass line the shrill mix but there is something there something musical in the noise dark and slinky around alleyway corners with berettas and stilettos outside a speakeasy is she gonna charge me at the end of the night or just get up and go i would like a double whiskey neat and  filterless lucky strike smoke curls up until it meets the big cloud yeah thats lonely woman but eventually is something else like joyful mania right before a breakdown right before you realize heaven is hell and everything good is a bad chemical reaction in your brain knowing the speed is gonna put a vice on your head in the morning piggies squealing at the slaughter bacon call and response on the killing floor maybe in bed reaching and reaching for the heavy moment here it comes here it comes nope not yet but maybe eventually

#136

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#135

the beat rock and roll crazy girls strip club going up in a couple hours lead singer birthday bash biggest show of my life strippers on stage dancing along with the beat the beat that drives the hips mad makes em go bonkers for the public trust sex appeal groove music get into the groove your girlfriend already has dont forget that when you take her to the show sweat and testosterone and physicality on stage rhythm and blues shake it shake it for this twenty first century nowhere man child of the beat the snare the kick out the jams pure energy libido aurally insane unbridled fury the beat the boom the pulsing hips dont stop allow them to move your feet to stamp your head to fling your hair to irrepressible beat the public trust it cant be stopped the momentum the lap dance tunes rising and rising the tension the beat the tubes glowing the speakers vibrating the cables serpentine shirts off cant be stopped it aint only rock and roll sister its the beat the beat the beat

#134

blow gabriel blow archangel of jazz show em what youre working with lips to the brass and toot toot bebop hiphop all over the map lightning runs and modal madness melodious thunk and silvery funk keep it up and dont drop the ball eyes closed and locked into the music another tuneful dimension marijuana concentration lost in the sublime yap of the band the unit sweating together like one monstrous body of beat a force of groove an undeniable thing on stage of a different time of five four signatures and tijuana clubs of another decade but here you are and it doesnt matter spotlight limelight nobody cares that you traveled through time because youre transporting us to a time before our grandmothers were born better than vinyl its live in the flesh all eyes forward all feet tapping highballs empty gin rickeys everywhere smoke rings curling girls falling in love to the holy notes of the horn and the unholy beat and the kinky harmonies i for one lay myself down and rise up to meet you in the skies now blow gabriel blow