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Howdy Folks!
Did I ever tell you the one about how if I’m ever in doubt, all I have to do is Look Back to See Ahead, where so many Don’t Look Back & care not for what their future might hold. Hum?
Well, I sure don’t know, though I’m sure I have in my one man circus freak show, you know, where the Freaks Come Out at Night, a Stripper at a Strip Club so Burlesque, never sanctioned from above, cause you know, we must acquit if it doesn’t fit snug like a glove.
I don’t need a push or a shove. No, I don’t need a shove to shovel the shit that I’ve been privy to, that most never knew happened because I don’t show & tell, rather I play my own way, not theirs, cause I can keep secrets from those looking to condemn from ignorantly devout minds thinking they know something & want to control, enforce, bend you to kneel for compliance to their forced thought control. Me, I’m my own kind of Night Ranger.
I mean, come on folks, Let’s Make a Deal! Thanks Monty!
Good ole Mr. Hall for my parents & some in My Generation, though me, I prefer some Kids in the Hall. It’s a fact! Cause you know, it’s all about the Game Show.
So, do you know how to play The Game, The Game, The Game, The Game, The Game, The Game tonight?
Hum? I think I remember something like this that I wrote & linked before, though not to be a bore, if I put it, it belongs cause it’s just in my Rolodex of songs & boys & girls, let me tell you, mine is quite long.
Me, ok, I’ll make you a real deal, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours, your Record Collection that is, though you’ll never know what it is I’m about to show you.
For them I have no cares where I’m Caught in a Mosh, yeah, so Posh in your Mosh Pit, Moshing your uppity style, though I have to say, I really like Posh too, yeah, I liked that one from the Spice Girls all right, she’d keep me up at night, diddling my dally willy wacky Taffy as I take off with Wonka Vision all the while rallying around my cock & balls as love Waterfalls, dripping all over as we rival in Ecstasy never wanting the show to end in final Curtain Call.
Everywhere I went, when it was time to depart, I’d always look back to look ahead, getting a sideview, slightly askew view of the most splendid of places I just visited. Like above, the Teton Range bid me Fare Thee Well with a slight nudge to keep moving, Keep Pushin’ on.
When I ride I see, feel & experience all Geometry, as my mind escapes to Grenada & the fortress of Alhambra, where an intricate play between light & darkness descriptions play with minds in geometric systems of intricate interwoven delight of light, shade, water, the laying out everything intended for reflective insight laced in a mathematical epitaph.
These Ancients in possessors of knowledge of how the universe worked, square roots & patterns in the Sky & on Earth, a rebirth every day if one is just open to look & know nothing, allowing knowledge to absorb into one’s essence.
Cause, you know, to know is not to know & if you do know, you really don’t care cause you know nothing matters. Nothing is random, they say. Harnessed & laid out, they say. By the way, who are ‘they’ anyway?? Left for us to pretend what it was they were actually trying to say. Really, we have no idea, no way, That Was Then, This Is Now, & now, most look like livestock in pig & cow. Boy! We sure are reaping our sow.
I just don’t care anymore what life’s all about, imagine that. I just go where I go even if I don’t go anywhere at all, I’m always somewhere in my heart & mind, cause my mind goes a million miles an hour, A Million Miles Away. I don’t like to think too much too often so as to tickle my Medulla oblongotta, cause it’s all about the view of the Autonomic to me, ever so involuntary the ways I sees it all.
So, as I road away from the Range of mountains peaks, peaked my interest as I thought of Night Ranger’s song, Sentimental Street, don’t know why or maybe I did, as I road along cause once strangers, now newfound friends, like never did we meet before, but we did, & all your delicacies I sure loved to eat, cause the smell of your feet after you’ve played a new way all day & night, Night & Day, Night & Day, are just my perfect kind of scented Sweet.
Who made it better? Who made you? Or did you just grow from that Still we’ll never ever know. What came first…? What kind of Brew are you?
I sure don’t know, nor care to know, though I do know I loved to sniff a whiff of the new you, you just did meet, cause your own human Candy is the best kind of Trick-or-treat I’d like to eat & when you meet & greet that other who none could ever compare, I’ll always be so very into you, you’re special kind of brew you Stew, so into you, I love to smell the real you, cause your stink to another is my Pheromone perfume I’m always happy to mass consume.
Look at those Peaks, utter no word, cause only fools give words to where no one should even try to. So, just sit in your favorite chair, your sweet spot, & ride with me taking in all in that moment I did see, live through, play & sing along to, Do You Love Me?, De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da, that’s all I’ve got to say to you, that view should be illegal, better call The Police. Now, shhh! Don’t go Breaking the Silence & just look at what I’d just come from.
Yeah! I really, really do & I don’t just love you, I like you too & to me that’s the best in view I live to take in each & every fucking day I’m alive with you by my side.
Looking back to see ahead, cause I just want to be back to you again, you led me away from home, Maggie. You make me feel like I’m in love all over again, for the first time, each & every time I see you again, cause when I’m around you all I do is grin & I have to touch you the ways the religious think of as sin. Hum? So, remind me again, why do they have so many babies?!
Love The Smashing Pumpkins on idiots heads who were in Love On the Rocks, the further down the better so, that no matter the weather, or whether or not I’ll get to see them actually rot, watching them splatter getting served up as the main dish platter, I’m happy just to see them bleed, to somewhat justify all the blood they shed in their quest for their god’s need for greed. Hum? Wait, what, where, when, who?
Oh, the things you do to my mind, my heart can only grind on the bits that fits together better than any other of my parts have never ever known, my forever Goldilocks zone.
It’s, Just Right cause I’m All-Right & well maybe that’s it’s the world that’s All-Wrong. It’s hard sometimes when you hear a different kind of song.
Yeah, it’s a Danger Zone in the Land of the Lost, Getting Lost in the Twilight Zone, but, If You Want My Body & Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?, well then if so maybe we’ll spend a life together.
Girl, do what you want to do, think for yourself, go where you go, think for yourself, don’t let others direct you, it’s your life, it’s up to you to see it through. Black or White? Red or Blue? Does it really matter to me or to you?
There’s not much one can do when forever trapped within it. Better begin you, before they end you. Up to you, Pearl, I thought I knew you when I grew you, now look at you, I know you better now, I know you’re better now. Hum, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Heads Will Roll.
Oh bother, my sister & brother, who cares doesn’t win, cause we all die in the end. How’s that for Comedy??!
On this day I was Singin’ In The Rain, nothing like a little Taco to set your eardrums to a unique kind of just right, just right, I play at night so the taught naughty feels, oh so ever, just right, my happiest delight, cause who knows what will happen if you’re late for a very important date that starts just After Eight.
My platonic, tectonic, hypersonic, tonic in chronic, chronological order to maintain some sort of sanity in all the disorder as I cross the border playing a recorder, I’m Puttin’ on the Ritz! Wow! Nice tits! Oh, wait, is that not acceptable anymore?? Hum! I don’t know, if I was a lady, I don’t know if I’d mind all my breasts in treats my boobies likes to gets & eats, cause everybody fucks somebody, right the fuck over, right?!?!
I guess it only matters if you’re getting fucked hard for love or just simply fucked over. Hum. Look what I found, a Four-leaf clover as I gaze upon all your little bits I’m about to hits doin’ it Doggystyle.
Wait, what? I don’t know. I just dare you to be different.
You know, Different Strokes for different folks the desire provokes with lots of jokes ringing in laughing ears, eyes filled with tears, pussies parted for Pap Smear schemers cells in codes of DNA to be tagged, logged & categorized so when it comes time, we’ll be so easily polarized.
Boys, as you grow to a man, you better get to know your Counterparts, parts, if you want to explore & play each & every day, like we do with ourselves. Anyone who says they don’t is a liar.
Duck! A rock-solid Pinocchio Nose doth grow. Thar, she blows! A Murder of Crows, one reaps what one sows, never knowing which way or how or why in The Way the Wind Blows.
This particular day I put the Teton Range in my sideview, I knew it to be yet another Some Kind of Wonderful that I was happy to play with for awhile.
Yeah, I parted wet lips with a smile as I took off down the line that tells us where to go that I call a Road to Nowhere, cause she’s my Shady Lady.
Think About It!
Peace & Love, Awaken, until next time, au revoir…
