At various times and at junctures where everything bumps into everything else on my mind I like to reach for the earbuds now in order to steady myself, like, say, if I used to be..I am getting a headache, JJ is doing his cocaine song and now....WHO is flying in with the red coke and blue vodka, I start to remember what really happened,...
Pure gleaming white flake cocaine with the pink flash tint,
it's a glint, like a spark off a rubbed up heap of polished red fish hooks.
Custom made for the pros, from the polish chemists, a fiftieth of a gram will paralyze your face, utterly freeze it, when you stick it in your nose, and then along with that fine fine feeling coming in, you will clearly, really excruciatingly clearly, know why they give it to racehorses. 
I always wander off into my drug love. Just can't help it. Ha!
For instance, I have learned important lessons or been moved on my path due to the influence of Jerry Garcia, relatively well known for living with heroin and LSD as companions and allies for him, unabashedly so as well. . . That guy got me to thinking more than once, about something he wrote or played .
Garcia was an originalists original, he knew about weirdness, the off-kilter, the flip side every bit as well as he knew music, I think it was part of his music, he and Hunter were weird guys before many others got there and so they got called names, like "hippie leaders", or "counter-culture representatives", worse than the Jazz guys ever had to put up with. He didn't agree that he had anything special to say, like Lennon used to tell people, too.
He would not vote. All of the love has been made and left behind, he said once...
But I was going to talk or bloviate (fuckin' great word, that) on human misery, lying dogs, jealous assholes and a favorite cartoon character of mine,Angelo Mozilo.
Peter Matthiesen, Joseph Conrad, Cormac McCarthy drug me down into the real world of ours, where some governments, almost always claiming "progress" if left alone will destroy anything in their way of the plan, and anyone else in the area who might talk.
No? No status? Well too bad, fuck you. All the Western boys enrolled in the Yens as fast as possible, riding the wave to Chinese American Capitalist Bliss.
The conversion of the Uighur people, about two and a half million of them, into the new slave class for the Han who have ALWAYS had slaves. I haven't read or heard anything in years now about the Chinese and Tibet, have you?
They won't talk about it either, no matter what, they won't.
They are beyond tough, the Chinese, they are, like, endless. I doubt very seriously they forgot about the British System in Hong Kong, the Tai Pans, the old opium lords turned bankers, China took all that back and checked into the banking system in The City of London using it for ransom, thank-you very much.
The Chinese kid is talking about the new door in the front in the house on Taiwan, it's 400 years old, but it is the new door and western minds struggle to dig that until they don't, if they ever don't.
I don't want any part of the modern Maoist Chinese ethics system that has been recently developed and is all pushing out into the world, Africa is glad to have them and all the skill and technology they need to get all that shit up out of the ground. They should get it too, take it all. The Chinese-African coalition? Yow, say the Penta Goners.
Does anyone know if Shaka Zulu ever met Joseph Conrad? I think Neal Stephensen met him and Genghis, in his head, I bet he does.
Well, actually they want, they need to sell it to the highest bidder. The wheel is turning all the time you know, Africa is coming up. What was that just a couple of months ago, five African coups in six weeks I think it was? Barely mentioned in our press because it's in Africa. Who are our American Allies in Africa?
The myth of Garcia as a lamp that shone a light for me indicates a connection of sorts, distant, powerful, and totally invented by me in order to suit myself. The obsessive reaching of a kid looking for a meaning that superseded the bullshit, that seemed to ride over it, I loved the Dead because they seemed to be wandering around close to right there, looking to find things and fuck with them in a peaceful intelligent way, designed to help, maybe tickle somewhat, not just show off.
I read that he had said once in an interview that he would put up with it until they came for him with the cross and nails.
Mr. Garcia was one of a kind but he had help, supported with respect and love, allowed to continue, the curse of the rock gods of then
The music will last forever, I like to listen to some Dead every day, somewhere, somehow. I listen to music as much as possible, anywhere I am, I might be listening to Blue Oyster Cult in my right ear.
YouTube playlist fever, I got it.
Or Stephan Grappelli, Ernie Banks, Elmo in Grouchland, I will listen to anything I guess, whatever comes through
I gave people permission to speak for me by participating in elections. I am political. I see no other avenue to civilization and the advancement of our species, interconnectedness is coming of age, I think this is partly due to the advances made in medicine both for the body and the mind.
Jerry would not vote, lesser of two evils is still evil he said
He ducked the Grateful Deads induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, the other guys held up a cardboard life-size image of him when they got their trophies
When I get in there, I'm doing the same thing.
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