0651/2020 84/91 Blue Skies SE/10 70%H.
DOGS 12632 9998 1616 40.43. Libor 12. Vix 20.
Greetings from the Hill.
Warm, very warm, getting hot...
ninety one degrees at noon inside,
classics and a fan in the corner
blowing hot air..."Like Obama!"
"Hey, he speaks for the 'people',
Congress votes on the 'Debt Ceiling'
and whether to go to 'war'..."
mocks the madone.
The Man from the Pentagon, the new one,
talking shit to the troops pretending
he is not another limp wristed school teacher...
"The reason you 'guys' are here is because
we got attacked and...3000 innocent civilians
got killed by Al Qaeda...blah fucking blah.."
pledging 70,000 troops until 2014 enjoying
the benefits of uniformed life
while paid foreign mercenaries
do their duty.
The Butthead Wop talks like Obama
and the silly cunts playing at news,
"Guys, guys, guys and cutie dolls
talking in media tongue that hopes
to reach mass market stupidity,
reducing communication
to the lowest common denominator,
exactly like education,"
growls the oldman
with another toothache.
"Are you ready to see the outside world?",
laughs the painter ready to voyage
to the world of air conditioned shopping
and the reality of inflation,
bargains and pricing as deceitful
as banksters from Wall Street...
"Double the price and offer one free!"
Living on fifty dollars a week one watched
the bargains and used coupons to save,
building a hurricane inventory.
"Of course, beer was off balance sheet!"
The oldman had forgot his cane again,
seeming to negotiate the aisles quite well
following full tits and a nice ass...
despite the diets a few existed
"In your fantasy, oldman.."
laughed the gawker, dreaming too.
Certain items have skyrocketed
exploiting the sot brained pet lovers...
"Piss fuckingoff...seventeen dollars
for a bag of catfood two pounds less,"
startling the woman he was oogling.
A commodities game with chicken and beef,
premium cuts at luxury prices,
the commoner can have hamburger and hot dogs
with potato salad for three dollars a pound.
"How many pounds to fill a poor man's gut?"
Fill 'it' with water first...salty water!
A sun shower and steamy parking lot...
"Ain't Paradise Great!"
The oldman was too old to worry of the future,
concerns for the needy and the greedy,
the pursuers and persuaders
pretending a tomorrow.
"Life is a trunk full of groceries
and a home to drive to..."
comfortable in the A/C.
The same irritating voices between commercials
"Well thanks Guys for being STUPID,"
the bitch infers to bald headed ties,
hello hello to the casting department,
the oldman loved to hate CNBC.
This was to be 'The Day' of Reckoning,
the Joker had cried Wolf too often,
his mask was melting...Batman was near.
"Where did 'The Money' go, in a cave...
or simply disappear as an accounting entry,
Trillions and Trillions mismanaged
by minions directed to the 'Authorized Agents',
the fiat keepers of the impoverished weepers,
dumbfucking believers of God and Trust,"
growls the oldman pissed with LIES,
Clinton left a DEBT after eight years,
he fudged the books, stole from SSI...
increased the DEBT by 1.6 Trillion,
IDIOT George went to WAR and kissed ass
to the banksters and corporapists,
leaving Fuckface a 10.6 Trillion Dollar Debt,
this Peace Prize Pretender has warred
this nation into financial impasse...
4 Trillion dollars in DEBT in TWO YEARS,
my, my, and where are his advisers now,
"Rats on another sinking ship!"
"He is only one man doing the best he can."
"If that ain't some can of womanizing worm pate."
"A good joke makes one laugh
at the truth of the Line
delivered by a LIAR!"
A Two Block Walkabout and the classics
are getting true love attention...
long term homeowners
putting fish in the swimming pool,
million dollar dreams at half price.
living well within one's means.
Hiring master carpenters
for a year or so.
A different approach to growth.
A sensible approach to change.
Approaching a new landing.
Really, get a grip when you're getting 'it' in the ass!
'OBUNGHOLE AIRLINES!"
So the shit goes on for another week,
the leaders of the 'TROUBLED LEAGUE'
conferred in China discussing balance of payments
and a joint central bank and clearing house,
DEBIT cards cleared through VISA
keeps living within one's means
and DEBT at thirty per cent.
Today the guiding minds of city government
mull over a thirty million dollar budget,
the city manager favors dredging the harbor,
the Mayor wants a new City Hall,
the commissioners urge a 'state of the art dump',
the locals have gone 'north'...
"Maybe, after the Hurricane...wait and see...when school is back."
"What a view from the HOB penthouse creating a standard
for the future when 300 students who pass through
twelve years of wasted time seek greatness,
20,000 dollars a year per dummy...
keeps them out of the house!"
"What if the team is good
and the coach is a loser...
voted in by the audience
before leading."
Something has to CHANGE!
"Who the fuck are these sweet talkers,
queens talking like men,
playing money smart,"
growled the oldman watching Channel 77.
Above the Horn.
Inside the Reef.
Alone at Home.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Little White House Memories!
0649/2017 82/90 Blue Skies and Thunder SE 10/15 80%H.
DOGS 12385 9602 1606 40.20. Libor 13. Vix 20.
Greetings from the Hill.
Dark dark black ominous clouds,
thundering on all sides of the island,
the oldman without a camera
on his return from Faustos
with four pounds of beer...
he drank forty pounds last week
but gained only five,
"And that from the 'Chili Delight',"
laughed the madone getting fatter.
A departure from gross out photos
and the indiscretions of lust and power,
wondering perhaps if the past has links
to the road traveled or considered,
great leaders finding something special
on this small island paradise
that allows the essence of the inner soul
to genuflect upon matters beyond the self
and relate to the higher orders
of duty, country and God.
Transcending the puerile ambitions
of power, prominence and prestige
to pursue benevolence and kindness
with the hard eye of TRUTH.
"Hofuckingho...Not with this JOKER,"
snorted no fan.
Sometimes the heart acts against convention,
the blossom of love blooming
from a strange stem needing to grow
in a garden where all is accepted...
where nothing is unusual,
merely variations on nature's
peculiarities.
"Good women often have gay husbands,"
said that jew detective on 'Law and Order',
he raped Charles Bronson's daughter
and should have stayed a FLY.
George Sr. had a funny way himself...
but Prescott was said to shame him.
Family secrets run deep.
"Fantastic, absolutely fantastic,"
he beamed and belched at the same time,
now Billyboy could eat all day,
have a nap and eat all night,
Key West was gourmet cooking to him,
locals loved him and tourists
suspected he was an 'actor'.
Of course the entourage seemed intimidating,
but most all were drunk by sunset,
those watching and wondering
still developed film.
"Key West is a leap into the past,
'Like Impeachment'...," sneering
when leaving.
The oldman wondered about those missiles,
paraded along Smathers Beach
set to shoot down the Russian missiles
aimed towards Washington...
sort of looked like the Libyans
defending against NATO...
only assbackwards,
most peculiar..Castro is still here,
eighty miles away.
"And WHO killed Kennedy...
Alger claims 'it' was one of 'THEM'."
Another fucked up American family.
The General warned the people he saved,
but prosperity had a way of eliminating
bad memories and hard times...
eating grits and rubbery conch,
fishing for a living,
no dirt to grow an orchid,
the Korean War was over
and Key West was a Naval Base.
"Where the fuck are the submarines?"
"One day the eye in the sky will see all
and record the happenings for the record,"
said Lenny Bruce before ending 'it'.
Harry really didn't give a shit...
he'd lost the family farm
but his daughter had a piano
and wrote novels...
got to talk on TV.
He hated fishing.
He certainly wasn't going to rot
on some pissant island writing memoirs,
maybe get a degree from Oxford,
piss off the Democrats
and play Paderewski in the 'East Room'
for Jackie and Jack,
enjoying life with Bess
in Independence.
Of course across the Atlantic sin pervades
as morality replicates America,
time delay in the deception
with the enhancement of communication,
Cable, Internet and Facebook,
weapons of the aggregaters,
spectators of their own stupidity
with fame in their brain,
imagining what isn't
in the mirror.
Shadow banking, secret accounts,
all opaque and determined to be fake,
by the keepers of accounts
and watchers of records.
One World...pretending All.
"Oh, shit in the grass, not 'THEM' again,
the world is a stage and we are but
poor actors performing in the theatre
of the absurdly stupidones,
smartones acting dumbones....."
coughed the oldman laughing
in his sunset pints
and his clever way with words...
like madone.
Bank of America is on a slide
shorted by guess fucking who,
down down we go on a ride
and the SEC won't sue.
"Do you think Obama has done this
with malice and forethought,"
wonders the Mason Master,
once a George Bush Ranger,
not yet foreclosed
in Homestead.
Above the Horn.
Inside the Reef.
Content on the Hill.
DOGS 12385 9602 1606 40.20. Libor 13. Vix 20.
Greetings from the Hill.
Dark dark black ominous clouds,
thundering on all sides of the island,
the oldman without a camera
on his return from Faustos
with four pounds of beer...
he drank forty pounds last week
but gained only five,
"And that from the 'Chili Delight',"
laughed the madone getting fatter.
A departure from gross out photos
and the indiscretions of lust and power,
wondering perhaps if the past has links
to the road traveled or considered,
great leaders finding something special
on this small island paradise
that allows the essence of the inner soul
to genuflect upon matters beyond the self
and relate to the higher orders
of duty, country and God.
Transcending the puerile ambitions
of power, prominence and prestige
to pursue benevolence and kindness
with the hard eye of TRUTH.
"Hofuckingho...Not with this JOKER,"
snorted no fan.
Sometimes the heart acts against convention,
the blossom of love blooming
from a strange stem needing to grow
in a garden where all is accepted...
where nothing is unusual,
merely variations on nature's
peculiarities.
"Good women often have gay husbands,"
said that jew detective on 'Law and Order',
he raped Charles Bronson's daughter
and should have stayed a FLY.
George Sr. had a funny way himself...
but Prescott was said to shame him.
Family secrets run deep.
"Fantastic, absolutely fantastic,"
he beamed and belched at the same time,
now Billyboy could eat all day,
have a nap and eat all night,
Key West was gourmet cooking to him,
locals loved him and tourists
suspected he was an 'actor'.
Of course the entourage seemed intimidating,
but most all were drunk by sunset,
those watching and wondering
still developed film.
"Key West is a leap into the past,
'Like Impeachment'...," sneering
when leaving.
The oldman wondered about those missiles,
paraded along Smathers Beach
set to shoot down the Russian missiles
aimed towards Washington...
sort of looked like the Libyans
defending against NATO...
only assbackwards,
most peculiar..Castro is still here,
eighty miles away.
"And WHO killed Kennedy...
Alger claims 'it' was one of 'THEM'."
Another fucked up American family.
The General warned the people he saved,
but prosperity had a way of eliminating
bad memories and hard times...
eating grits and rubbery conch,
fishing for a living,
no dirt to grow an orchid,
the Korean War was over
and Key West was a Naval Base.
"Where the fuck are the submarines?"
"One day the eye in the sky will see all
and record the happenings for the record,"
said Lenny Bruce before ending 'it'.
Harry really didn't give a shit...
he'd lost the family farm
but his daughter had a piano
and wrote novels...
got to talk on TV.
He hated fishing.
He certainly wasn't going to rot
on some pissant island writing memoirs,
maybe get a degree from Oxford,
piss off the Democrats
and play Paderewski in the 'East Room'
for Jackie and Jack,
enjoying life with Bess
in Independence.
Of course across the Atlantic sin pervades
as morality replicates America,
time delay in the deception
with the enhancement of communication,
Cable, Internet and Facebook,
weapons of the aggregaters,
spectators of their own stupidity
with fame in their brain,
imagining what isn't
in the mirror.
Shadow banking, secret accounts,
all opaque and determined to be fake,
by the keepers of accounts
and watchers of records.
One World...pretending All.
"Oh, shit in the grass, not 'THEM' again,
the world is a stage and we are but
poor actors performing in the theatre
of the absurdly stupidones,
smartones acting dumbones....."
coughed the oldman laughing
in his sunset pints
and his clever way with words...
like madone.
Bank of America is on a slide
shorted by guess fucking who,
down down we go on a ride
and the SEC won't sue.
"Do you think Obama has done this
with malice and forethought,"
wonders the Mason Master,
once a George Bush Ranger,
not yet foreclosed
in Homestead.
Above the Horn.
Inside the Reef.
Content on the Hill.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
"Raise the Debt...and Lease a Jet!"
0647/2022 82/90 Blue Skies SE5/10 65%H.
DOGS 12530 9871 1590 39.19. Libor 12. Vix 20.
Greetings from the Hill.
Another beautiful blue sky day,
a five mile morning bicycle ride
to enjoy a solitary sunrise
with a cafe con leche.
Watching poor saps hastening to work,
punching in on time for a lousy dime
leftover after paying debt...
missing life in paradise.
Reading more lately with an overhead light,
perhaps another computer for studies in bed,
necessary tools when studying 'The Deceit of Debt',
a sequel to 'The Fall of the Rising Class',
intriguing interface in monetary conspiracy
and control by the Suprapowers and White Wizards
who keep the masses toiling without hope,
removing the last vestiges of dignity...
"A man must have his Independence",
but not in Obamaland where spooks run the show,
a worm like Frank Wisner with a history
of State Department to Boardroom...
from Enron to AIG, Egypt to Lybia,
master spy who holds the secrets of Sarkozy,
henchman for the Greenberg family crimes,
the invisible arm of the CIA
guiding the blindmen of the CFR.
The Queen is disappointed and distressed,
a lifetime of decency rewarded by foolishness,
in truth, she loved Diana and was proud..
"Yes, yes , her teacup would rattle with joy
in the company of the little buggers...
but her retarded son who was spellbound
by that ugly old woman...senseless, serves him right,
she will not have her in 'the palace',"
the madone followed the tabloids from London,
he had been stationed there during the war,
flying Spitfire missions for the RCAF,
received the King George Medal of Honour
and loved his daughter from afar.
She was of the opinion that the G20 first ladies
should boycott the meeting in Rome
to shame the immoral leader of Italy.
And then that little hussy Kate would parade her ass
to the Internet world of peepers and perverts,
the men of the House of Windsor act dotty...
"Bloody Stupid," raged the madone,
"A Smart One playing Dumb", watering the oregano
and cat's bowl on the balcony.
"Yeah..and how many horny limeys
beat off to that at night."
Maybe fuckhead could persuade Granny Queen
to mortgage her jewelry to acquire California,
the mexicans hate fish and chips...
start again like in Florida.
"Hey, Prince Philip is a Greek...
she could buy the pissy little place
and make her husband a King."
All very amusing but real life is a battle
of the diplomatic invisible phones
connected to the Colorado Drones,
all bets hedged with temptation
and the seducers of man's debasing lust,
those beauties who hold man's dream
in their soft sensitive hands
control the choices deep within the minds
of the members of 'The G20'...
"While you are watching the Watchers,
who is spying on the spies...maybe 'Hakluyt',
or 'Kroll', perhaps 'Marsh and McLennan',
'Ogara', Avram Shalom, the ghost of Israel Corp.
Shaul Eisenberg, ZIM....or PERMINDEX,
does the Mossad monitor Eagleberger, Bremer,
Peterson, Schwartsman and Fink...the forty directors
of the CFR..thirty who are jewish and keep Greenberg King,
Hillary doesn't seem up to par
and her cunt is sideways",
snorted the madone,
ready for a noon day stroll.
Alger thinks that THEY are already doing 'it',
but refuses to identify THEM...
the oldman considers the ILLUMINATI
disguised as tourists on mopeds
with cellphones and WiWi hats...
The very old man in the backyard
says 'it's' drugs and diet...
poisoned beef and chicken creating cancer,
genetically modified produce sourcing stupidity,
high fructose corn syrup giving diabetes
then Ritalin, Prozac, Viagra, Lipitor, Lunesta
Altrazine keeping zombies alive
for Big Pharma.
He spent his younger days riding horses
in the French Foreign Legion,
he wouldn't talk about 'his medal',
but he had that nude picture
of Carla on the Gazebo wall.
"She needs to grow her tits,"
mocking Obamatalk...
he despised the pathetic part man.
"A bull of a man who takes what he wants,
now brought to his knees,"
mock the french press.
A good man with a family on Facebook.
MAD JACK SAYS....FACEBOOK SUCKS!
"A stream of simpering stupidity....
a river of braindead rafters
paddling for attention,
a current of aggregated poop
phisched by the MASTERS of HIDDEN PERSUASION."
"Follow Obama to the Sea of Dead Fish or..
Learn to Think not think to earn!"
Brilliant blue skies, swaying palm trees,
mirrored tin roofs in the overhead sun,
idiots across the hall on CNBC,
classics from Havana clear in the corners,
the oldman belched from the sausage...
"Life is fucking great."
Maybe in Paradise...
but not 'up there'.
The President is giving a speech,
time to get a new writer, can the turdnerd,
send him on his way to blame,
of course is 'this' simply blaming
the messenger who tells the tale
of dying towns, abandoned farms,
homeless families...
"What the fuck happened...
Billy Clinton left us in good shape
4.2 Trillion revenue...7 Trillion DEBT."
The story goes that reduced taxes
caused revenue to fall to 3.6 Trillion
in three years plus the costs
of chasing Obama and a war.
"Worry not, worry not, the scam begins,
4 Trillion in 2004, 4.6 in 2006,
indeed, indeed your home is an ATM machine,
4.8 Trillion revenue...12 Trillion DEBT
in 2007, the year of household millionaires,
....what the fuck happened?"
"Kill Obama...End the Wars."
Change, Hope and the saving Grace.
3.4 Trillion revenue in 2009...14 Trillion DEBT.
Interest rates 0% for the chosen few global bankers
who speculate far far offshore.
Morons who allow their pensions gambled
in the Casino's of disappearing chips
and pixilating dice with fair accounting,
skimming the froth first of course...
as Goldman does with numbers
Google does with words...
filtering and aggregating,
little stones in little piles
and same size same color,
Nancy Grace puts color in your face
promoting a murder case...
hosts to hold the attention
for six minutes...before visiting
the refrigerator and consuming
the advertised products.
The Internet was said to start something,
certainly a form of shopping,
but far from intellectualizing...
that fucking Facebook reduces a paragraph,
then from sentence to phrase...
then merely a grunt,
passing mental wind.
Saving America is simple...
LIVE BENEATH YOUR MEANS.
All the shit you think you need
is engineered fantasy to make you think
that you are someone special,
look in the mirrors you fat fucks,
you will never be that model,
another engineered model
of economic salesmanship.
Imagine a great nation with a leader
who plays with rubber ducks
in his bubble bath
and claims to be a killer,
sissies get married.
Above the Horn.
Inside the Reef
High on the Hill.
DOGS 12530 9871 1590 39.19. Libor 12. Vix 20.
Greetings from the Hill.
Another beautiful blue sky day,
a five mile morning bicycle ride
to enjoy a solitary sunrise
with a cafe con leche.
Watching poor saps hastening to work,
punching in on time for a lousy dime
leftover after paying debt...
missing life in paradise.
Reading more lately with an overhead light,
perhaps another computer for studies in bed,
necessary tools when studying 'The Deceit of Debt',
a sequel to 'The Fall of the Rising Class',
intriguing interface in monetary conspiracy
and control by the Suprapowers and White Wizards
who keep the masses toiling without hope,
removing the last vestiges of dignity...
"A man must have his Independence",
but not in Obamaland where spooks run the show,
a worm like Frank Wisner with a history
of State Department to Boardroom...
from Enron to AIG, Egypt to Lybia,
master spy who holds the secrets of Sarkozy,
henchman for the Greenberg family crimes,
the invisible arm of the CIA
guiding the blindmen of the CFR.
The Queen is disappointed and distressed,
a lifetime of decency rewarded by foolishness,
in truth, she loved Diana and was proud..
"Yes, yes , her teacup would rattle with joy
in the company of the little buggers...
but her retarded son who was spellbound
by that ugly old woman...senseless, serves him right,
she will not have her in 'the palace',"
the madone followed the tabloids from London,
he had been stationed there during the war,
flying Spitfire missions for the RCAF,
received the King George Medal of Honour
and loved his daughter from afar.
She was of the opinion that the G20 first ladies
should boycott the meeting in Rome
to shame the immoral leader of Italy.
And then that little hussy Kate would parade her ass
to the Internet world of peepers and perverts,
the men of the House of Windsor act dotty...
"Bloody Stupid," raged the madone,
"A Smart One playing Dumb", watering the oregano
and cat's bowl on the balcony.
"Yeah..and how many horny limeys
beat off to that at night."
Maybe fuckhead could persuade Granny Queen
to mortgage her jewelry to acquire California,
the mexicans hate fish and chips...
start again like in Florida.
"Hey, Prince Philip is a Greek...
she could buy the pissy little place
and make her husband a King."
All very amusing but real life is a battle
of the diplomatic invisible phones
connected to the Colorado Drones,
all bets hedged with temptation
and the seducers of man's debasing lust,
those beauties who hold man's dream
in their soft sensitive hands
control the choices deep within the minds
of the members of 'The G20'...
"While you are watching the Watchers,
who is spying on the spies...maybe 'Hakluyt',
or 'Kroll', perhaps 'Marsh and McLennan',
'Ogara', Avram Shalom, the ghost of Israel Corp.
Shaul Eisenberg, ZIM....or PERMINDEX,
does the Mossad monitor Eagleberger, Bremer,
Peterson, Schwartsman and Fink...the forty directors
of the CFR..thirty who are jewish and keep Greenberg King,
Hillary doesn't seem up to par
and her cunt is sideways",
snorted the madone,
ready for a noon day stroll.
Alger thinks that THEY are already doing 'it',
but refuses to identify THEM...
the oldman considers the ILLUMINATI
disguised as tourists on mopeds
with cellphones and WiWi hats...
The very old man in the backyard
says 'it's' drugs and diet...
poisoned beef and chicken creating cancer,
genetically modified produce sourcing stupidity,
high fructose corn syrup giving diabetes
then Ritalin, Prozac, Viagra, Lipitor, Lunesta
Altrazine keeping zombies alive
for Big Pharma.
He spent his younger days riding horses
in the French Foreign Legion,
he wouldn't talk about 'his medal',
but he had that nude picture
of Carla on the Gazebo wall.
"She needs to grow her tits,"
mocking Obamatalk...
he despised the pathetic part man.
"A bull of a man who takes what he wants,
now brought to his knees,"
mock the french press.
A good man with a family on Facebook.
MAD JACK SAYS....FACEBOOK SUCKS!
"A stream of simpering stupidity....
a river of braindead rafters
paddling for attention,
a current of aggregated poop
phisched by the MASTERS of HIDDEN PERSUASION."
"Follow Obama to the Sea of Dead Fish or..
Learn to Think not think to earn!"
Brilliant blue skies, swaying palm trees,
mirrored tin roofs in the overhead sun,
idiots across the hall on CNBC,
classics from Havana clear in the corners,
the oldman belched from the sausage...
"Life is fucking great."
Maybe in Paradise...
but not 'up there'.
The President is giving a speech,
time to get a new writer, can the turdnerd,
send him on his way to blame,
of course is 'this' simply blaming
the messenger who tells the tale
of dying towns, abandoned farms,
homeless families...
"What the fuck happened...
Billy Clinton left us in good shape
4.2 Trillion revenue...7 Trillion DEBT."
The story goes that reduced taxes
caused revenue to fall to 3.6 Trillion
in three years plus the costs
of chasing Obama and a war.
"Worry not, worry not, the scam begins,
4 Trillion in 2004, 4.6 in 2006,
indeed, indeed your home is an ATM machine,
4.8 Trillion revenue...12 Trillion DEBT
in 2007, the year of household millionaires,
....what the fuck happened?"
"Kill Obama...End the Wars."
Change, Hope and the saving Grace.
3.4 Trillion revenue in 2009...14 Trillion DEBT.
Interest rates 0% for the chosen few global bankers
who speculate far far offshore.
Morons who allow their pensions gambled
in the Casino's of disappearing chips
and pixilating dice with fair accounting,
skimming the froth first of course...
as Goldman does with numbers
Google does with words...
filtering and aggregating,
little stones in little piles
and same size same color,
Nancy Grace puts color in your face
promoting a murder case...
hosts to hold the attention
for six minutes...before visiting
the refrigerator and consuming
the advertised products.
The Internet was said to start something,
certainly a form of shopping,
but far from intellectualizing...
that fucking Facebook reduces a paragraph,
then from sentence to phrase...
then merely a grunt,
passing mental wind.
Saving America is simple...
LIVE BENEATH YOUR MEANS.
All the shit you think you need
is engineered fantasy to make you think
that you are someone special,
look in the mirrors you fat fucks,
you will never be that model,
another engineered model
of economic salesmanship.
Imagine a great nation with a leader
who plays with rubber ducks
in his bubble bath
and claims to be a killer,
sissies get married.
Above the Horn.
Inside the Reef
High on the Hill.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
"Thirty-Six Key West '4TH of JULY's'....!"
0641/2019 82/90 Cloudy E5/10 75%H.
DOGS 12582 9494 1486 3385. Libor 15 Vix 19.
Greetings from the Hill.
Another gorgeous day in paradise,
blue skies and a light breeze,
classics from Havana crackling,
black clouds on the horizons
thundering and threatening...
afternoon downpours.
Up early again walking without a cane,
protection from mushing the brain,
learning to reinvent oneself.
"Well, the flag looks beautiful at night
with the porch back light," enthuses Susan
recently returned to her writer's hideaway
and the Key West way of life...
room to be alone and funds to survive,
no compromising with halfwit roomers,
guests who have to be forced to leave
or their airfare paid one way.
Living alone is a treasure to behold,
the pure pleasure of life without fools,
those braindead creatures who want company,
or manipulaters wanting assets...
too dumb to be original of thought,
not an original idea in a lifetime...
"Yeah...kind of like Obama!"
The oldman was reading french again,
he sounded like a comedian speaking,
but loved to read the language,
his great granny was a La Chapelle,
who owned thousands of acres in Quebec...
"Deux ou trois choses vues d'amerique,"
the lady spied from Washington on her blog,
a dream to be the first lady of France
while studfucker followed his hardon
wasting the Rosenberg fortune accumulated
as agent for Matisse and Picasso.
"Little Anne Schwartz was painted by Picasso...
'Mother and Daughter',Anne Sinclair was 7/7,
the most powerful sunday night show in France,
a lawyer from the University of Paris,
pretty good for a jewish girl from New York.
Her daughter is mortiphied and was born in Paris,
spermdripper would not follow Leon Blum...
and a nice german jewish name like Strauss.
Families, governments and soon corporations
seem to be falling into holes opened by question,
what was accepted as trusted behavior is not...
agreements are no longer valid in courts,
the courts repudiate the law
and create a new rule of law,
"Who the fuck are the Courts,
a collection of senile old fuckers
shuffling about hallways in the Hague,
conniving crap for NATO
and the same old 'Oil Club'
to steal Libyan sweet crude,"
growls the madone on a rant,
"Or those buckfuckingsucking
cunt lawyers in every top Lobbyist
Vulture Firm who specialize
in financial derivatives
and 'the new regulation'
that will make opaque no longer fake
and bring transparency
to the MarketPlace...
hohofuckingho!"
Couples in Washington are conventional.
Gay Divorce will be big business in New York.
Barry's hair is turning white, 'it' must be
the White House water!
Maybe life is returning to normal,
a mother hen and babies on Love Lane,
roosters awakening empty houses,
not foreclosed, simply closed
for the summer by the northerners
who prefer life their way.
But he wondered of the tyranny of wives
those keepers of the balls
of defeated men and semen,
"Keep the seminal vesicle free",
laughed Gore Vidal ironically,
a homosexual monogamist
who loved young men from a distance
of a blowjob...."Not intercourse."
But you can't get pregnant in your asshole.
The oldman watched television at night,
no sound to disturb the quietude
of open windows in the dark of three,
hillarious ads for pecker enhancement
by stupid cunts with flacid mates...
"Watched only, no sound, a silent film
produced by the secret persuaders
of television corporate commercials,
the spooks who make the economy grow
with their tell and show,"
and guess what black actor
is the King of Voice Over.
Little one second images tranched
into pools of one minute persuasions,
"Little pictures cluttering up the mind,
subconscious coercion of the consumer,
those little piggies that still shop
and still have a home,"
grumbled the oldman getting thirsty.
His cousin Terry was complaining about age,
he couldn't drink a case of beer
and play hockey at night...
and he 'got heart pains' when he walked,
gardening was for sissies,
he always rode a cart
and still shot in the eighties,
he was a somatatic visceral...
some are the way they are.
The oldman was on a new diet...
he gained ten pounds last month,
walked a mile a day, with a cane
and weighed 120 pounds...
"There is always Hope!"
The problems in China are increasing,
great hopes to escalate the peasants
into urban condominiums is slowing
as the rush to middleclass stalls...
husbands have turned to drugs and drink,
sitting at home emulating americans
demanding 'the good life'...
with Chinese Voice Over,
horror of horrors,
WHO could that be.
A Chinaman bought 'that' Picasso last month
for 106 Million US dollars, of course,
'they' have lots of 'that'.
Must piss off Schwartzy, considering 'Guess Who'
stole all the works from Grampa Rosenberg,
pissed off Picasso too!
"Tres dommage!"
Tough times reach home and Duval Street,
properties that were bought for five grand
with Federal Urban Development loans,
amassing vast rental income
and multimilliondollar equity
over three decades are in peril...
Swifty Ed Swift seems over leveraged
for a paltry 12 Million dollars,
chump change for Historic Tours,
the Steam Plant Condominiums
and his sleezy house collection
as well as an affordable housing empire
for his underpaid employees.
Very strange....he must have found God...
most of the joints are bars...
or could there be a conspiracy?
Most likely a woman wanting 'out',
look at the Dodgers...
divorce sucks in a Recession
and is a 'bumfuck' in a depression.
Sometimes 'it's' cheaper all alone.
Above the Horn.
Beyond the Reef.
Home Alone!
DOGS 12582 9494 1486 3385. Libor 15 Vix 19.
Greetings from the Hill.
Another gorgeous day in paradise,
blue skies and a light breeze,
classics from Havana crackling,
black clouds on the horizons
thundering and threatening...
afternoon downpours.
Up early again walking without a cane,
protection from mushing the brain,
learning to reinvent oneself.
"Well, the flag looks beautiful at night
with the porch back light," enthuses Susan
recently returned to her writer's hideaway
and the Key West way of life...
room to be alone and funds to survive,
no compromising with halfwit roomers,
guests who have to be forced to leave
or their airfare paid one way.
Living alone is a treasure to behold,
the pure pleasure of life without fools,
those braindead creatures who want company,
or manipulaters wanting assets...
too dumb to be original of thought,
not an original idea in a lifetime...
"Yeah...kind of like Obama!"
The oldman was reading french again,
he sounded like a comedian speaking,
but loved to read the language,
his great granny was a La Chapelle,
who owned thousands of acres in Quebec...
"Deux ou trois choses vues d'amerique,"
the lady spied from Washington on her blog,
a dream to be the first lady of France
while studfucker followed his hardon
wasting the Rosenberg fortune accumulated
as agent for Matisse and Picasso.
"Little Anne Schwartz was painted by Picasso...
'Mother and Daughter',Anne Sinclair was 7/7,
the most powerful sunday night show in France,
a lawyer from the University of Paris,
pretty good for a jewish girl from New York.
Her daughter is mortiphied and was born in Paris,
spermdripper would not follow Leon Blum...
and a nice german jewish name like Strauss.
Families, governments and soon corporations
seem to be falling into holes opened by question,
what was accepted as trusted behavior is not...
agreements are no longer valid in courts,
the courts repudiate the law
and create a new rule of law,
"Who the fuck are the Courts,
a collection of senile old fuckers
shuffling about hallways in the Hague,
conniving crap for NATO
and the same old 'Oil Club'
to steal Libyan sweet crude,"
growls the madone on a rant,
"Or those buckfuckingsucking
cunt lawyers in every top Lobbyist
Vulture Firm who specialize
in financial derivatives
and 'the new regulation'
that will make opaque no longer fake
and bring transparency
to the MarketPlace...
hohofuckingho!"
Couples in Washington are conventional.
Gay Divorce will be big business in New York.
Barry's hair is turning white, 'it' must be
the White House water!
Maybe life is returning to normal,
a mother hen and babies on Love Lane,
roosters awakening empty houses,
not foreclosed, simply closed
for the summer by the northerners
who prefer life their way.
But he wondered of the tyranny of wives
those keepers of the balls
of defeated men and semen,
"Keep the seminal vesicle free",
laughed Gore Vidal ironically,
a homosexual monogamist
who loved young men from a distance
of a blowjob...."Not intercourse."
But you can't get pregnant in your asshole.
The oldman watched television at night,
no sound to disturb the quietude
of open windows in the dark of three,
hillarious ads for pecker enhancement
by stupid cunts with flacid mates...
"Watched only, no sound, a silent film
produced by the secret persuaders
of television corporate commercials,
the spooks who make the economy grow
with their tell and show,"
and guess what black actor
is the King of Voice Over.
Little one second images tranched
into pools of one minute persuasions,
"Little pictures cluttering up the mind,
subconscious coercion of the consumer,
those little piggies that still shop
and still have a home,"
grumbled the oldman getting thirsty.
His cousin Terry was complaining about age,
he couldn't drink a case of beer
and play hockey at night...
and he 'got heart pains' when he walked,
gardening was for sissies,
he always rode a cart
and still shot in the eighties,
he was a somatatic visceral...
some are the way they are.
The oldman was on a new diet...
he gained ten pounds last month,
walked a mile a day, with a cane
and weighed 120 pounds...
"There is always Hope!"
The problems in China are increasing,
great hopes to escalate the peasants
into urban condominiums is slowing
as the rush to middleclass stalls...
husbands have turned to drugs and drink,
sitting at home emulating americans
demanding 'the good life'...
with Chinese Voice Over,
horror of horrors,
WHO could that be.
A Chinaman bought 'that' Picasso last month
for 106 Million US dollars, of course,
'they' have lots of 'that'.
Must piss off Schwartzy, considering 'Guess Who'
stole all the works from Grampa Rosenberg,
pissed off Picasso too!
"Tres dommage!"
Tough times reach home and Duval Street,
properties that were bought for five grand
with Federal Urban Development loans,
amassing vast rental income
and multimilliondollar equity
over three decades are in peril...
Swifty Ed Swift seems over leveraged
for a paltry 12 Million dollars,
chump change for Historic Tours,
the Steam Plant Condominiums
and his sleezy house collection
as well as an affordable housing empire
for his underpaid employees.
Very strange....he must have found God...
most of the joints are bars...
or could there be a conspiracy?
Most likely a woman wanting 'out',
look at the Dodgers...
divorce sucks in a Recession
and is a 'bumfuck' in a depression.
Sometimes 'it's' cheaper all alone.
Above the Horn.
Beyond the Reef.
Home Alone!
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