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Quid pro NOT
Internet is Water

Oh, Julian
He was a big jerk
and now there (and now . . . and now)
now they're
shutting off his web
      chorus in an crescendo
  shutting off his web
        shutting off his web
           shutting off is web
  chorus descending:
      now there
        now there
           now they are

He's got a great big mouth
 now there
   now there
    now they are
    
    
    here there everywhere
    she shows up
    and no one care
    here there everywhere
    she shows up
    and no one care
    
and now they're
shutting off his web.
        (in a 'I really mean it,
        he really means it' sytle
        and a echoing voice banter 
        AKA schmaltzzy showtunes
         of a cringeworthy kind)

It's a quid pro quo
just the way
the wind blow
if you leave and have to go
to the ecuador adorio
don't cha know
that they're that they're

that they're that they're
that they're that they're

If you believe in Liberty
and you think that people are free
then what is it he's doing to be
having to have his cable unplugged

Quid Pro
  Quid Pro
   Quid Pro Quo
    You want something done
    just tell them where to go
    tell them where to go?
    is that a first punch to throw?
    Tell them where to go?
    Let's make a dealleo
    
Quito
Ecuador
adealleo
  the chorus sings along,
  as if on surfboards
  and loving love (they are
  just an etherial
  hullcinatory
  side track of the music)
  
Quito Ecuador Adealleo
  Quito Ecuador Adealleo
    Have another mealleo
     
Quito Ecuador Adealleo
  Quito Ecuador Adealleo
    Have another mealleo

    a voice, as if from an old
    television moive
    about 1940's
     "I'll trade you two red
     states for 
     five south sea oil fields"
     
     another voice, as if they've tried
     to change the channel,
     but it's the same production quality
     "Weeds grow really fast here."
     scenes of a dessert.
     Scenes of endless arrays of solar cells
     covering the whole landscape
     
Quito Ecuador Adealleo
  Quito Ecuador Adealleo
     
     
Quid Pro Quo
Quito
Embassay
adealleo

Quid pro Quo
Quito
Addealleo

  Giant Squid
    Adealleo
  Giant Squid
    Adealleo
    
     A parady of the voice of
      Squidward, the Trademarked
      hollywood squid,
      or get Bumkis to come and 
      do the voice over . . . 
      
  Or get someone to
   imidate
    Milton Beryle

Oh,
Julian
Oh, Julian
Where ya been?
You still ain't seen the sun.

and your life 
can't be much fun
and very few people think 
your are hero
but we see you as a victim
of an indifferent opposition
to the fowl deals
of the harbor seals
seals the meals
self deals


Oh, 
Julian
Oh,
where ya been?
Around the web
and back again?
Do you think they will
attack again?
Climbing the wall?

Oh,
Julian
Oh,
Where will you go?
If the sky turns to rain
it might then turn to snow?
Where will you you?
the televisions
droning on . . . 
a sad propaganda song

Quid pro quo
dealleo?
Do I like them?
Don't you know?

Quid pro quo
addealleo
you still ain't
a hero

   a voice, as a continuing
    litany of something assumed . . .
      using 'drone' as a transitive verb
       
        

Julian
where have you been?
We wish you could
go home

Julian
where have you been
we wish you could
go home

Julian
how can they
cut off your cable?
Didn't you pay?

Julian
aren't they still your friend?
or is it another Quid pro Quo?

They let you go on for years and years
on and on
one leak here
one leak there
what a revelation
every where
I'm not saying
that I want to unknow
drag us from our slumber
Summer time is often slow.

One leak here
what we can't unknow
even though I read
your not a hero.

Work on what has been spoiled

In a world 
of no heroes
we can be human
and treat people right
 
 someone 
 whose just being a stooly
 you provoke
 they want to fight
 
 you provoke
 they want to fight
 
 why, oh no
 didn't they fly a drone?
 Because it would be
 a criminal act
 
 Why, oh no
 didn't they just . . .
 because it wold be a criminal act
 
 know it all will tell ya . . .
 and he might get most of the facts of the story wrong
 but you can see
 where his heart is
 he's a true believer 
 in something.
 That they want to believe
 in their elegant lady
 that she lies just like breathing
 they don't want to hear it
 That she treats other people
 deploribly
 but they best not express
 deploration (is that even a word?)
 That they best just
 be dumbed down, paste on a smile
 never a frown.
 Just folks being folks
 or dullardard roupes, 
 cracked open yokes?
 ready to fry and put on the fire
 the candidate is a constant liar.
 
    Get those lawyers over here.
    Shut this thing down
    we can't have the candidate
    portrayed as a creepy clown
    
     Get those lawyeres,
     or change the law
     
       no, really,
       you can't say that the
       candidate is a constant
       liar because you didn't
       get this approved 
       as copy from
       the shaddows, where
       daggers
       shaddows, where daggers.
       Using drone as a verb
       She uses drone as a verb.
       Is there any more reason
       to not vote for her
       she uses drone as a verb.
       
       Drone him?
       F_ck You!
       Drone him?
       Screw You.
       Don't drone
       anyone in their home
       Don't turn a wedding
       into a funeral.
          
    He's not a creepy clown
    Can't you see he as a frown
    it's a sad clown,
    a Robin clown
    wondering the hall
    feeling down
    
    He's not a creepy clown
    He's a sad and crying clown.
    Can't you see, the comic's down?
    gloom time, sad rhyme,
    he's not a creepy clown.
    
    Sad Clown, laugh
    force you to 
    take a bath.
    Sad Clown, smile
    or you won't get paid
    for a long while
    Sad Clown, dance
    even though your joints are tired,
    tallent expired.
    Sad Clown, laugh
    force you to 
    take bath (reports are that financial difficulties drove . . . to
     have unreported anziety and he
     was devastated by the cancellation
     of his sindicated show so he . . . )
     
     
  the music changes.   
     
 If you don't like creepy leaks
 of things that you said that make you look a creep
 don't be a creep
 
 If you don't like
 creepy leaks
 of things that you emailed 
 that make you sound like a creep
 don't be a creep in your emails.
 
 Say you are a creep
 you don't know that you're a creep
 we all have to say,
 read them and weep
 but if you weren't a creep
 the emails should show
 that you were just
 regular joe being joe.
 
 Creep of the ball
 creep of the week
 leaking dam
 the spiritually meek
 
 if you don't want to be
 seen as a creep
 don't write in your emails
 just like a creep.
 
 Some things can't be 
 forgotten
 once known.
 Work on what has been spoiled
 
 No one should have ever expected that
 it wasn't just the whole wide world
 reading everything that you do.
 
 You'd like privacy.
 They'll leave you alone
 if you don't act like a creep
 
 
 
 
 At least that's the theory.
 
 What's the real truth?
 Even wikileaks can't tell you that.
 
 Does Julian deserve Internet?
 I think it's kind of an essential thing.
 He's not a man of weapons and information
 is only toxic when it concerns toxic people
 who should know better and
 it holds them up to standards that the world shuns.
 
 You can't say 'oh, this horrible septic leak of filth
 in the world in need of immediate attention, but we learned 
 about it through what some see as illegal methods, 
 so we have to pretend like it does not exist
 and let the flies fester about . . .'
 
 No. Work on What has been spoiled
 Latly what that is seems obvious.
 
 Give Julian back his Internet.
 And let him stand in the sunlight.
 
 even if he's maybe a little creepy
 to some people himself, not wanting that,
 not realizing, kind of like
 every other human.
 
 Forgive as we forgive.
 Funny that just before the
 election, because he's on
 a rampage of giving out
 details on 
 work needing to be done
 on what has been spoiled,
 suddenly they shut him off.
 
 Not very nice people
 even a little bit
 are they?

 
 
He cancels
his cable

Game Sculpture

I know that the promise is here to show you things, and the promise was made so why the holdup? Just spinning wheels with scant else but 'demonstration'

Maybe because it is not yet the season of video games?

Oh cold radio rain, the blare of dispairing envy explodes somewhere and then makes us all glow in our joints, oh the excrutiating blame . . . none of this is real.

11:20
October 10, 2016
10 OCT '16
10 OCT 2016

 

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Music music music music music music!

"I'm a bot 
I'm a bot
I'm a botobber
I'm a bot 
I'm a bot
I'm a botobber"

"I'm a bot 
I'm a bot
I'm a botobber
I'm a bot 
I'm a bot
I'm a botobber"

"I am a bot 
I am a bot"
he says.


"I am a bot 
I am a bot"
he says.

"Tell you what's hot,
tell you what's not.
I am a bot"
he says.

"blinking and posting all day
I've really got
nothing to day
a vending machine for spam
that is
just who I am
I am a bot
tell you what is not
I am a bot
I tell yo what is not."

Can a robot lie?
Is he your guy?
Can a process die?
Is she your lie?

"I'm a bot 
I'm a bot
I'm a botobber
I'm a bot 
I'm a bot
I'm a botobber"
botobber?
why not 'Boctobber?
I'm a bot, not a boct.
these are draft lyrics
they can hardly be a boche
bouch?

wy not rocktober?
It's been done.
wy not Wyoming?
why not?

March 11, 2015


clean water, even for enemies.
if you have this attitude, you won't need this attitude.
delete your delusions.

Music of
 Christ! 

Dance to the Jam if you want to! 
🌛
    Lovers
    and
    fighters
    are often the same
    



  

Please visit my DEMOS

Oh my friend?
How have you been?
Is this a story?
Do you
still adore
me?

Oh my confidant
tell me what they say
that's not
the same that they say
when you ask them
on a different day.

Oh my friend?
How have you been?
If you are a jerk
a jerk at work
doesn't mean you work
is anyless or more bisserkker

Ah, Julian
a modern berrserker?
Why did they say then
you were a creepy lurker?

Leak leak lead
drip drip drip
equal protection
zip the zip

Leak, spill, toiled
work on what was spoiled
Leak, drain, sewage plant
read emails of quid pro grant

he ha who?
really is it you?

oh my friend?
not my friend, I never knew you.
I loved you once.

not my friend.
I loved you once.
not my friend.
I loved you once.
not my friend.
Are'nt you suppose to drown?

not my friend.
I loved you once.
not my friend.
I loved you once.
not my friend.
Are'nt you supposed to
play the roll
of the morbiddly sad clown?


The commedy writer can't write this part
Even though it's billed as the 
feel good movie of the season
no one can hid the fact
of the clown's sudden breakdown.
Wondering along the foggy breakwater
towards full seas raging before the storm.
The commedy writer can
try to go to that lonely place apart
and even park at the same sanctuary,
wonder down that same solitary path
towards that fogged over beach,
sea weed too thick tho wald through
Sand crabs in mass moving along the shore
all in the same direction.
Sad commedian off in the stormy fog rolling along,
clouds and thundering rain,
giant waves break and yet the sad-clown
is somehow above it all
like he could walk upon the sea
"these waves don't mean
anything to me."

The commedy writer can't write this part.
The sad clown has to do this all as improv.
He has no script other than that which he wrote in tears and blood
from the many scenes he endured a knife in his back
brutalized at band camp,
soda can sprayed on him 
just before the open mic 
stand up
and he was angry clown
that night
soda can? Shook it up
sprayed it all over
dick the director's son
who had demanded to sit in the front row.
His name wasn't richard, but he was a dick.

And the crowd raved.
the appearances started rolling in.
If he played the game he would win
and if he wanted it it would demand he be in it.
If there was a commedy contest, he would win it.
It went on like this for manymany years.
But still our man was filled with fears.
You can't write the scene for this guy
if you did it would be a lie.
You can't know what he would say.
An inauthentic script for which none will pay.
YOu have to just reach out your hand,
pull him back from the flowing sand.
Pull him up from the storm tossed sea
if you see him, set him free.
We don't care if your not funny
We love you any way.
Even if what you say
is some times cringe worthy.
Brillient clown
or undiagnosed Turrets?
A funny guy 
with no regrets?
A sad clown, you can't write his part
Don't even try, don't you start 
      (a line that just rhymes 
       can be deleted 
       and never repeated.)

Sad clown drugged and dancing at the rave
Pirhouettes now that he is saved.
He always acted as a kind person should behave.
But some times when he was baudy the critics raved
bad reviews
clients eschew.
Career wanes.
Bill-collector . . . comes calling . . . saying
"Where are my donuts. I need more donuts.
Nothing is free
in this eternity.
Where is my stash?
Cuff me some cash?
Just try to make a mad dash,
see where it gets you."

Sad clown
someone reaches out his hand to you
you slap it.
You are weeping about your friend
he had that pure thing that doesn't end
it's manna for the heart
and you never need to say "don't start!"
because he always had inciteful things to say
and all that laughter
made pain go away.
He laughed so hard
he had to put him self in a seat
as commedic sets go,
that other clowns set was complete.
And there was a guy who was a genius
who could think on his feat.
The script would leave the part for him blank.
If he bombed and the performance was rank
There wsan't any troble anyone would make.
They'd just cue it all up and do another take.

Ah, sad clown.
The world cries when you died.
And your friend is wondering along
along a storm tossed jetty 
and thinking about Ophelia
on account of your suicide
and can you even be there ever
as a ghost?
or does that suicide make yhou a bad choice
for the part of the redemptive spirit?
Resurrected just for the part.
A player with a purer heart?
Could do it better?

The writer is writing the story
but it's starting to bore me . . .
so I may be tell it better
another day.
That sad clown
on the jetty for now
must stay

raging sea.
Someone far off, along the parkinglot spies him.
They are going to send someone out to bring him in from the storm.

Commedian nervous breakdown?
I can't write that dialog.
       
       
       
   Live your life
in constant resurrection!


    Fear the Lord ~ ⏲⏱⏰⏲⏱⏰⏰⏲⏱⏰⏰
 But He's always good to you ~ ; )
     so
 

Praise the Lord!

recommended for further study: Psalm 91. Psalm 45. Psalm 37. Psalm 110. Psalm 91

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