Wednesday, January 8, 2025
Fool
Apartment in New York, London and Paris
Where will we rest, we're all living on top of it
It's all that we have the USA is our daily bread
and no one is willing to share it
Living as legends have lived
Bane and dismannered
We coax all the time
Knowing that nothing is left when we die
Come along, fool
A direct hit of the senses, you're disconnected
It's not that it's bad, it's not that it's death
It's just on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent
Wanting to live and laugh all the time
Sitting alone with you tea and your crime
Children with kids and people with parents
Any which way there's no past and no presence
When the day comes and all of them bums
Will reveal enchanting persons
Come along, fool
A direct hit of the senses you're disconnected
It's not that it's bad, it's not that it's death
It's just that it's on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent
When it's a rut and baby's no luck
Half of it's misunderstanding in love
The war we have won we're winning again
Within ourselves and within our friends
Come along, fool
A direct hit of the senses, you're disconnected
It's not that it's bad, it's not that it's death
It's just that it's on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent
Monday, January 6, 2025
I've been fighting the "misdirection misinformation champion" Teritary Union president, Sandra Grey for a decade, she's a corrupt status quo industry suck up. At a 3 day conference on "critic and conscience of Society" I pointed out that the impt. part is the acceptance of a publicly visible role by those employed by the university who's work is related to their position. In the arts, the public have no idea of anyone 'accepting a role, cause then they get backlashed by capitalists and capitalist culture. I was thrown fucking out of the conference. No shit.
Saturday, January 4, 2025
Friday, January 3, 2025
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