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the music of the week...

The Lemon Jelly release 'lemonjelly.ky' is downtempo groove at its finest. My groove is mellow and smooth with these tracks as they come highly recommended...

the Boys

I want to get back into the lyrical groove yet impaled am I, a feverous thistle from whence blooms did throw. I can feel it in shallow wells as though t’ were mind of elations captain gone mad and I am of no power to allay.

So I ponder and poke at the cascading thoughts held deep the wearied walls and think of the boys; my son Cody, my ‘just like a son’ Ian and the Uncle Doug. The pictures are of a hike upon my last visit to Colorado where a new ‘our spot’ was discovered as well as a camera shy man eating rattle snake.

We kept clear the evil beastie of parables apple, but only after a light belly rub with a lengthy stick; just so we could hear that really cool rattle sound. Wow!

I miss these lads the most of thoughts to mull.
I wish to see them soon.

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the music of the week...

My ears were first graced by the vocal stylings of William Shatner while pursuing liquid therapy at a cast party some 20 odd years ago. A willowy red’s stage light never gave my drive-by the green and so I mused in disquieted harmony midst the Camel's and the booze and the beer.

So it's late and I need to sleep and I intended on writing a review about Shatner's 'Has Been' CD but now I'm not. So all I want to say that this album is totally bitchin' man... kind of like my new car... Okay, the important thing now is that you ask me what kind of car I have... Uh, what kinda car do ya' got?

I've got a Bitchin’ Camaro!

Dang Fritz Lang

I imagine it’s a little peculiar and all; me finding the Metropolis robot so attractive. It’s almost as though I’d gone mental from birth because the very first time I ever saw her I immediately said to myself "Wow! That female Metropolis robot is so attractive."

Is it some tilted form of self depraved indifference? If I find Les Filles du Metal a little "Huma-nu Huma-nu" then I steer clear the course of irreconcilable differences. I remain solaced in a lusty cul-de-sac of unobtainable hardware and ne'er find my psyche bruised in the genuine artifacts of life. Yet, this discriminatory action simply allows me to be a self effacing martyr.

Enough of that.

But really... don't-cha think she's Hot? Wow. The bump and grind would probably involve actual grinding because after all, she was a celluloid invention circa 1927 and thus would've had real clunky gear-like joints that probably needed a good squirt of WD40 from time-to-time to dampen the noise.

I know. WD40 wasn't invented until 1953. So what? Big deal.

Bye, Polar Bear

Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun-of-a-who the hell kicked off the Renaissance in Shakespeare anyway? I’m in awe of Will’s prose and verse and even though ‘tis embark’d this flurried vessel of such odd tidings, ‘tis upon thy infancy where inability may ne’er disarm. Thus I explain.

Whereas Richard III spoke of victory, the arrival of ginchiness and sod-all to the shyte; the “winter of discontent” has been used to describe moments that are currently full of yuck. This is when I would utter misnomer when applied to ones emotional depravity; for it gives longitudinal structure to a mental weariness whereby the beginning has a roughly scheduled end.

Unfortunately, some winters do not entirely disappear of these lands end. The green grass of wandered fields and hopes shimmering warmth are wittingly beguiled by the romance of DNA’s forgetful tendencies.

It is with bupropion hydrochloride my sheets are turned and neatly kept and I have found glimmers of light where darkness now appears to collapse. It is a path of sod-all I have forged and I wish not to return; though this is merely the morning of restless fog set forth a shackled past… ‘tis the road ahead these shall pass.