bore to blitz

i just saw the flaming lips documentary called fearless freaks. they're right, the punks have got to eat the acid, hold on to a day job and explore the possibilities of life before some dumb housewife driving and talking on a blackberry takes em out splat. a punk is indistinguishable from anyone anyway. till they get sloppy, arrested, acts mean to the real criminals and gets fucked by some brute in a corporate/public holding facility. it's where the name came from for christ's sake.

i'm still brushing up on my history. i can't speed read the national archives or the russell archives, or the foia request trapeze set. i'll leave that to the mental compartmentalizers and read their books, thank you very much. god, i realize how little i 'learned' in school. forget 'school,' just a few months ago i was swimming in paranoid 'v for vendetta' realities, which proved to be just a change-of-the-guard-waltz the democrats do every time they emerge victorious: 'we're ready to kill! we're ready to squeeze labor, women, racial minorities, vulnerable populations and sure, the babies! we're ready to make more billionaires! come on in! sorry about all the bullshit on the ol' campaign, we remember how much you've all shelled out! oh, and we're ready to nuke someone! geez, show us a dam, hospital, wedding party, some grieving widow, some orphans. wham! we're fucking crazy, we'll spend more money than rumsfeld, and ask for more!'

i forgot about that. i was pretty young and ignorant in 92/93, when some ignorant southern democrat fucked anything that moved, sent a bunch of military equipment to all the bad men around, destroyed mexico's economy, militarized the border, killed well-fare, killed a million iraqis, tried to censor music...

the possibilities have shifted, that's true, but that's only because i slept on my promises. mostly promises to myself, sometimes these might have encountered others. friends, lovers, and foes don't have to guess. let's take it all in, and blow it all out. enjoy the new year...