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Politics for Poets

What a week of news!

I had some things I wrote about it but thought I'd edit it first for a while before I post it.

Love

trumps politics

Never base your decisions about love on your delusions about the government.

May 14, 2013 (4-14-2013)

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

content goes stale and making it spin just makes it suck even more if it really does suck. If the content is anygood unless the spining has some function it might become quickly tiring.

~ OK Now.

Banish Nonsense was his scree. I'd have to delete this whole website!

There are new features here that are annoying at times but fun in some ways. This page is best viewed with firefox. Chrome doesn't seem to pick up all the rocking. This is very cool: angle spin gauge or John Barents Carousel. Because this page is rocking. Rocking rocking rocking. What it is, he said, what it is. The problem is, what it is. Span Rocker.Paper Sizes. envelope sizes. Look at this sample page and have some fun with it.

  

 When Kafka went 
         

  When Kafka went hiking he
     wouldn't shut up about the 
     17th chapter and the joke was
   to numerologically deluded people a 
      put on but they will look for it, he
        was telling me I didn't
  sign up on this hike to listen to someone
     wanting me to edit the parts of his
                bad play I try to
   hurry ahead up the path but
           Franz dogged me like a puppy
    having read three of my novels 
                         in Heaven and
     wanted to know what the cure was
   to the despair 
          that feels a guy like that
     the lonely sound of the evening
 expensive furniture with drawers that
     you can fill right up with gold and
    it's never enough that story
    so sad and Franz had a tear then
     I knew he was on some other clock.
 Kurt tried to comfort him but
    there was no way back from 
    the pricker path he'd gone off on we
    tried to call to him and 
 Dutch from High Ledges tried to get 
      a great big bucket truck arm and
   approach it skewed off from
        some far part of Heaven
   where he had parked the 
                 Bucket truck with
     Billy Cable at the helm 
                       and telescoping his
   spectoral love vibes off towaards you
 "fifteen years. Fifteen years you say?
     Honor the dead? Honor the Dead!
 "

   It seemed bright then
   the light from the morning brakes through
     the back room window this time of year
     really earrly in the morning as
    the Conquoring Angel comes advancing
                      with the Dawn I
     fall down on my sword to kill
  all the thoughts that I might make
       to try and explain it
     the love
   the way that a story ends with the reader
     feeling it's all OK now, the
   resolution they
   make it off of the mountain.
  Franz
      gets to be in his own form of Heaven
 even if it is being born again
     to write for Reality TV series
     "It's a Madd Madd Madd Madd Madd
             Government"
 With Franz 'blow-whistle' Kafka, existential
      comedian
 and comedy writer
    esquire
  Wilkshire and Vine (what do I know
      about LA? notta lotten vibe)
 
  Praise God!
  








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