Blond leading the Blond 2010 kperry This, this has gone on for far too long, screwed up and whacked out. Flashback to some bad high school middle school acid trip to a community college. Can't remember who said it exactly , but thus has been a very very long strange trip. Yeah , that pretty much sums it up, and ya know what I'm still looking for an eraser to help clean away all the weirdness of these last weeks. It's Blond leading the Blond baby. Wake up and smell the roses, the flowers, what your mommas got cooking.... This certainly doesn't look good and by the way have any of you seen where I've put my glasses? Oh well, no matter the scripts over ten years old anyways , so I guess that explains the bruises away doesn't it. Cracked out, whacked out, and smacked out. Home and hearth, home and heart, home home on the free range. Trying to stay warm under the viaduct, there's too much noise anyway, pounding pounding pounding, someone somethings run over a soul, not mine but might as well been. Oh God, that was embarrassing, sigue sigue segue... Sputnik posters , blast from the past. Blond leading the blond baiting blond left the blond for a once in a lifetime strip. Ya see what I'm saying, it's all the same A place in the rising Sun? A place in Los Angles. No this is still Toronto isn't it? My boulevard of broken scotch bottles, shattered illusions, and a one way ticket to hell .Never-mind. Said it before and I'll say it again. You all know those people walking down the streets talking to themselves? If ya give them cellular telephones they wont appear to be crazy, they'll just be having highly animated conversations, and y'all will know that will cut down on the stress levels on the streets. It's just a thought, but I know there would be more humor. persons of the clinical persuasion having deep philosophical conversations with God, Presidents, Prime Ministers and their dogs. Film it all and there we have instant compelling reality television, Damn that's just brilliant, where's my agent, there will be no more sleeping on subway exhaust vents .Huh? Robbie Burns Day?Well I guess that's why I have no quarters, no sense no feeling. Comes from too many drams of scotch that. All that seems lost too me now as I wander there desperate streets. Ah yes , if these streets could talk they'd say get off of me. the trolley tracks are talking loudly but they sound like socialist politicians. Always whining... forever whining... whine one for Canada eh?The what about me ... the where's my bit... not in my backyard you don't. Sound familiar? it should ...politicians that sound just like you and me. I guess it's true, we really do get t he politicians we deserve; in which case were done for. A country that's no better off than Argentina... no armed uprisings though ... were not allowed to have weapons,. It's for our own safety ya know. All that hot cold cool warm cold weather has effected our motor skills no hand eye co-ordination here. peripheral visions pretty much shot too. Hell we can barely walk and chew gum at the same time. And with all these Coffee shops every hundred or so yards meters feet , you can just imagine what would happen. Armed and on a caffeine high. That wont be a pretty sight at all. They've been talking... about what I'm not really too sure of or who exactly is talking, Its all gone blurry... fuzzy thinking... fuzzy logic...fuzzy fozi bears. Need more morphine to maintain the sesame street scream scene. The trolley tracks are talking, telling stories of finding people frozen with fear in the middle of summer, like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. Believing too much Hollywood hype, Caught up like a bit player. Follow your dreams they say;but beware of the fork folk fuck in the middle of the road and what did the say about the road less traveled? Stay the course! Aye Captain, lest ya fall fail flail about like a flip flop flounder fish in that Daytona beach in your mind. Pretty sad if ya think about it. California dreaming of a new York state of mind. Triumph on the fields , but there is no victory against the power. There is no victory, in this age of Enron. So lets all bet that everyone says the dead guy made them do it. That's right blame the guy that ate the .38it's not like he can deny it. The dead guy. he is lying!! He's making it up as he goes along , he's talking out the top of his hat!!Hope that its not all for naught, after all that could have been your or me. Dodging death once again , pretty intrepid eh? Just putting on my clown face, a two step away from the old Waldorf Hysteria. They say it will be an early spring, well it can't come early enough if your asking me , and there's no need to point out that no-one asked. I'm close to the edge again. Another day another dollar that I can't see touch or use. Careful I said I was close. A look at that clock on the wall will tell you more than what time it is. Well here it is my jumping off point. Oh Crap, am up to my knees in the stuff, the wind blows it up into piles much higher than the actual total accumulated. This is the winter of my discontent...15th century Shakespeare ... the man who made sleeping high through middle high school English and theater just that much easier. I am actually surprised there isn't hasn't wasn't much more Shakespeare related mass homicide/suicide as there should have and could have been. Give me Oscar Wilde and his sarcastic mouth , so what's a few centuries , sometimes it takes that long to get it right . meanwhile I'm still up to my knees in this crap that's not snow and certainly not latte foam. Mind you it does have the consistency marshmallow puree. Suspicious. Oh yeah , the shredded evidence. There was once something called a dot com here. This landscape is riddled with the shells of spectacular flame-outs. Luckily these things never went the arson way or we'd never be able to piece together the jigsawed reasons why. Spring shall wash the earth anew, well its gonna take more than that to wash away blow dry and style this stench away Oh look! it's the golden apple boy wonder Steve flashing his insanely great idea cue cards that no-one all that interested in. Long hard fight made even more so when you lack the basic common tools. Don't think you can scream and belittle your way to a win here. The crass and vulgar always win It's the safe chic. Cash/cache flow beats pretty every time. But don't give up we brought you back your the corporate whipping boy, the Cupertino whore with the turtle neck hair , it really is a shame ya don't do windows. A pudgy black haired blond boy heralding the arrival of the insanely great all wrapped up in a comfy soft solar wind panel. Three piece Armani to go please... extra turtleneck ... Time to go. Buy a map, go south way down south , not of this country and western , NPR is my only rest for the wicked delusional. First coast surfing the P.R. wave. It's beachin' baby. Doing sesame in the land Walt envisioned built died . How many tonnes for the dreamers? Doing how much till the bears hold a jamboree in honor of this dream nightmare state. Homogenized sanitized, demoralized for your convenience protection, and utmost selection. Rising from the great grates below the public walkway. Steam, smoke, stench. That putrid slightly acidic smell. this is what they do. Fill and poison the air with a that complacency drug P.O. Oxide flavor for that diesel smell so the public doesn't wig out in a binary nightmare. Lucid moments every so often. The rest of the time you end up walking down streets talking to yourself or babbling into some non-existent cellular telephone Don't think Walter envisioned this. Damned Liberals, and the rest of the socialist crybabies, whining and complaining, can't think for themselves. Sanitized homogenized and demoralized for your own protection, and don't forget to wear your gloves. City of the future. Uh, excuse me kind Sir/Madam Mr/Ms/Mrs. Can you tell me where these Country music playing, singing, dancing, walking, talking, hawking mechanical bears I've heard seen saw as seen on TV so much about. This doesn't look like 1974 too me. The damned things done tested and true. Doing that damned mechanical bear hoedown by now. I don't want no proxy real bear stand in , I can tell the difference ya know. Will someone please turn off that Mozart. I can feel my teeth slowly rotting away as I slide towards a diabetic coma. Thank you , whats a guy gotta do to get away from that stupefying accordance's of California dreaming of Orlando Daytona Jax. Nightmare mickey with the attitude, stink and toothy shit eating grin of a Europa mouse. Bears don't translate well enough to justify the price of admission. Maybe the debut performance of Jerry Springer the musical, can reverse the fortunes of the in now in crowd of botox babes Unfeeling, unthinking, unmoving faces so long ago styled on that wold wide web stage. Greedy, frozen,injected, implanted media whores. Goldstar superstar. Wake up in a cold sweat. Someones been playing Mozart while I sleep. Sugar granules attack enamel molecules. Hm. I'll have a candy bar instead please. At least that will be slightly enjoyable. No, it wasn't/was a dream, still cartoon characters parading down the fake main street. Orlando, Daytona, Jax. Time-line L7 Lake city Callahan 2 step, 2 stepping my clown face backed up to the Waldorf hysteria. Gotta get my top hat, got my tails, gotta the euro, eating snails. What's the break even point? Can I make anything on this deal. Wall street, wall street, walking down Hall street. Just wondering. Doing Disney world wide makes it bland and superficial. Generic safe version of burned out buildings, dot com executives, not liable, shells of 4 humanity. Life's a beach they tell me, sand get in everything everywhere, buggering things up down button down mutton down top down trickle down economics... it's just that voodoo that you do. Making those numbers sing a song of my old Kentucky home Singing songs of six pence, sixth sense, two cents worth thank you very much. Singing songs for two cents worth, ye the dead guy directed the whole thing, Wall Street Journal reporting Kenneth” bet ya can't eat just one” Lay, saying mislead lied to says Sheridan. Dead guys dead for sure, just like Gary Gilmore. No talking allowed. Conjecture, reasoning, all of the above. I'll be with you in just a moment, the state of Georgia is stuck between my teeth. Let me tell ya that's the real axis of evil. Toothpicks prodding only results in another Waffle house popping up. Popping up on a deep woods street corner. Cities are full, must expand to all corners of the Dixie south. Jax-port last redneck stop on the waffle house souther domination expansionist tour. The South Shall indeed rise again. Krispy Kreme claims first in on going doughnut war. Toronto's out and about for a Disney of Hot Originals A cholesterol killing. Y'all be taking a Lipitor and Xanax to control those Polyunsaturated fat cravings. Y'all See what I'm saying, Y'all hear what I do, You doing what I hear? I think therefore I'm better. Now do ya see what I'm saying? Got it ? good, now remember it for the rest of us Journey and Decent Kinda figures doesn't it. State of the Union Depressed is 1313 Mockingbird lane. Scary. Grandpa Munster scary but frightening all the same. A Bush in the land is worth two in the bird , or so they say. Wait for it. It's all about time. It's all just about Blond leading the Blond on this Olympic size axis. Judge, jury, and executioner . Wait for it, the inevitable backlash against pea soup, peameal bacon, Molson, the dreaded, horrific poutine and Celine Dion revenge. Well one can only hope ... and pray for the backlash against Celine Dion anyways Channel 3 has nothing, but the horrible face of the botox baby whose visage is displayed on a six foot widescream. Whines like all the others. A stuck pig frozen, like her face, in time. Museum of Natural History won't take it . There's nothing natural about .You know It's just like sports. Maybe if we had cared this much about Family or Friends. We wouldn't be up to our armpits in the crap we've created.. Tell me you would behave differently. Tell me , Call you. Sanctimonious sacks of shit. Wallowing in delusions, visions of grandeur. Go ahead , it's just another buried up to the shoulders in someone else's ass. Don't ya know.