Kids roll in on various wheels. a man and a boy say things: suck my…, and mothafu… It is new year?s day, and nothing is different here. the gas pumps out quickly. coffee and tuna are a little more expensive. tomorrow, the garbage will quietly disappear.
there is like no energy in the air for trouble. the college games are played without a glitch. last night lovers made up for old problems. and dinner was served hot. people made friends for comfort, and enemies to vent aggression, even if at random, as long as it continues, the world will still spin. get otta my way…no, git out mine! a car is bigger than a bike every time. i-dilly, and i-dally, but i love the game like Isaiah Blue, played as it was last night with espresso blingbling. girls don’t need poor men and dogs all at once. people spend money and the stock market cuts through the big corporate lair. war is still so far in the distance. only touches of pain ever get on the news. people see just what they want to see, not what is there, and hear what they’d like to hear, apart from all reality. but that’s alright for contemporary society. that is the way that we need it to be.
jim said nixon-beard and i had to laugh out loud, just in case someone could hear me. they?d like us to forget who we are each day. they program the system that way. so it makes sense to laugh–at them. even while they cut us up into mad cow pieces. there once was a time when that was considered abysmal, but the governor now likes to be taken that way. he says that the president is naked and standing in napoleon blindfolds while his hard pistol shoots. they like it better that way, and do we really care anymore?
is black jesus missing or just out on parole? will the camel that carried hannibal be strong as his mule after centuries of feeding off of the few? the folklore of indians makes revisionist history for epidemic entertainment while a potato is baking alone in the hot box. we know thunderboy is alive and winking. we love him. he trounced upon old annie?s daisies, and we love when the sheriff brings him to justice, with euclidean precision and two strokes of his pen. quacker-bis-quit is a loving horse, or something like that, because back then, the war was really bad, and people needed to handle themselves until ephedra was free, and viagra was easy, and silence was golden again.
i bite the apple, but i do not climb no tree. i-didit i-dadit in mixed company. so much so that i fall way over to sleep. and the kids they roll on and on. the wheels are tremendous, but the inventor is dead.
The Kids They Roll
Kids roll in on various wheels. a man and a boy say things: suck my…, and mothafu… It is new year?s day, and nothing is different here. the gas pumps out quickly. coffee and tuna are a little more expensive. tomorrow, the garbage will quietly disappear.
there is like no energy in the air for trouble. the college games are played without a glitch. last night lovers made up for old problems. and dinner was served hot. people made friends for comfort, and enemies to vent aggression, even if at random, as long as it continues, the world will still spin. get otta my way…no, git out mine! a car is bigger than a bike every time. i-dilly, and i-dally, but i love the game like Isaiah Blue, played as it was last night with espresso blingbling. girls don’t need poor men and dogs all at once. people spend money and the stock market cuts through the big corporate lair. war is still so far in the distance. only touches of pain ever get on the news. people see just what they want to see, not what is there, and hear what they’d like to hear, apart from all reality. but that’s alright for contemporary society. that is the way that we need it to be.
jim said nixon-beard and i had to laugh out loud, just in case someone could hear me. they?d like us to forget who we are each day. they program the system that way. so it makes sense to laugh–at them. even while they cut us up into mad cow pieces. there once was a time when that was considered abysmal, but the governor now likes to be taken that way. he says that the president is naked and standing in napoleon blindfolds while his hard pistol shoots. they like it better that way, and do we really care anymore?
is black jesus missing or just out on parole? will the camel that carried hannibal be strong as his mule after centuries of feeding off of the few? the folklore of indians makes revisionist history for epidemic entertainment while a potato is baking alone in the hot box. we know thunderboy is alive and winking. we love him. he trounced upon old annie?s daisies, and we love when the sheriff brings him to justice, with euclidean precision and two strokes of his pen. quacker-bis-quit is a loving horse, or something like that, because back then, the war was really bad, and people needed to handle themselves until ephedra was free, and viagra was easy, and silence was golden again.
i bite the apple, but i do not climb no tree. i-didit i-dadit in mixed company. so much so that i fall way over to sleep. and the kids they roll on and on. the wheels are tremendous, but the inventor is dead.
http://www.nytimes.com/2004/01/02/politics/campaigns/02KUCI.html
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What’s in store for ’04?
2003 was good for us – hope for you too – here’s a roundup of what various people think may happen in 2004, plus our own views on where we are going
What’s in store for ’04?
2003 was good for us – hope for you too – here’s a roundup of what various people think may happen in 2004, plus our own views on where we are going