meat's lame siren's kall ------------------------------------------ pink : i'm strictly a cash and carry guy now myself... just like u cash and carry =================================== look at u u take a pay check cash it and submerge no cell phone no charge card no car registered in u're name just a job at a job site by the hour for the take home part of a gubmint gouged paycheck aah that spells liberty ...... freedom from the digital harness ---------------------------------------------- we are told under final total socialization this bum's liberty will be gone forever but for now guyz like u and I still have it long as u're willing to give up living inside the man's credit circle if u leave that to the slow freight honest joes let them toil and trouble and still spend the balance of their life passing thru ID digital toll gates sweating out each stage stage after stage after stage a life rated geared and monitored from the first transaction to the last transport but u're a richard kimble pink ready at a single moments notice to go undercover ready to run with just u're hideous flab from the fucking T men well so am I i've made gun powder sure i've got nothing to hold me back or hold me down anymore I'm free to slip thru the system's interstices find its blind spots duck the sweep of its tower beacon there's of course your start up what folly u a masked shadow ???? and even so even so the tax squadristi will in time get u in their cross hairs pink u know it u'll just have to scram some day anyway come on scram now make out here for the far coast join me out here u worthless porker that was our first plan back in 73 any way come on we'll become two invisibles a ghostly duo nite mare figures plundering the studios by candle lite " borrowing" their archival gems to make our compendia phantom raiders of hollywood ----------------------------------------------- why continue this long deadly present of yours .... a shapeless blot to be found nowhere on the ledgers of merit just another nasty dry drunk counter part after a credit bust just out there somewhere when u could out here somewhere de horsed de graced like there but here ready to strike building a death ray even without a wing and without a prayer capable of a stroke of pure artistic destruction powerful enough to stun the sunset and rout ten thousand frost giants --------------------------------- ps my inspiration: " when you ride without credit or merit or recognition what a fine breeze flows thru your hair " bob mitchum he's right and u fuckin know it baldy sure it ain't like being hamlet sure u won't be capering from blossum to thorn from pollen to puss sure u won't be procrastinating with the flame of holy revenge in your pocket but shameless spite and so bad fuck it's about as close as this dismal digital age can come to a holy state face it we're stiffed mongers all trying to repo what never was there to begin with bartering our virtual equivalents of fame or fortune for worthless pin ups far better we live on the run offof the slaughter bench even just the drippings even just the last rusted drop .....Posted by pinky at December 17, 2005 04:30 AM
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