OhFuckryin’OutLoud!

There’s just too much information goin’in one ear and out the other anymore. Please, OH please, somebody drive me to a partly-sunny beach where the water is clear enough to see my babee’s toes wigglin’ ..there reside the colorful fishies, keep me drunk on late seventies party favors & early 80s idealisms from `hi` to `hey, wherethehellareyegoin’windy?` and don’t ever remind me of what’s gone down in the past few years (unless it includes cool kids finding their footing.) Tell me why I’m not fried about this hodgepodge o fightin’ words bangin’round my bean like a 22 slug from a shortsighted pistol? Oh Please, oh please, tell me why my beloved First Amendment still rings a resounding true… Is it true to you anymore? Somehow I think it is a scapegoat to some. Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf. Imam schmimam, moderator of love? Or no moderator of love? What's..the truth, ..Ruth!? Oh, brother, where art thou catastrophic logic for clearing up the dark corners o the wily mothafuckerz who chew the fat and imagine that they are all that matters anymore? Who really knowz the score? I only ask that what's right is right; not rightist or leftist or bloody big bologna greed at the seed of all things coming apart again and again and again. There was a time when we could wax idealistically around books and banks of moving water. & so it goes. Unwrote a poem using notes from the lecture just listened to most recently that had all o the guts in knots, so much so that it hurt wayy too much to ever continue so scrambled up in shambles, so head-dropped n edited until the hurt was different..even not such a hurting for the time being, warm inside as if the decades were well. Shock. It don’t hurt no more, no more, it just feels like seltzer bubbles on the brain ~~ this aint baby hurts, this stain, this is epic hurts of the worldly sorts that go out to the four winds and keep dead-on circling until the real words become the song. /Cordoba Initiative has parallels with coalitions of conquest; suspicion as to post 911 yada? Why? Why? The Book Title. English: What's Right with Islam is What's Right with America || Non-English: A Call to Prayer from the World Trade Center Rubble; Islamic Dawa [stealth jihad, the propagation implementation o Muslim Sharia Law], the heart of America post 9/11 || Publishing/Funding improvised by the IIIT and the ISNA, both large supporters of Hamas? || Yusuf al-Qaradawi spiritual leader of Hamas allegedly promised to conquer America & Europe via Dawa? Rauf considers Qaradawi a spiritual guide? Dawa is in the title of the book. In the title..of the..Book || Hamas || Justice Dept of the US states that during the early years … ?? raised money (over 35 million dollars) for ISNA, the bucks were paid to the Palestinian Mujahideen (Hamas military wing)? Lies effin suck! What is the TRUTH!? Is this one of MY turns!? Can we handle the truth? I don’t anymore want my world rocked by Leukemia in the blood of wives and wonderful li'l children, ...and ROCKED by fucked up dogmatic anycolour hate criminals with secret agendas as long as big Dave’s rock cock. I, personally, do not want anything to do with ANY conquering religion. No religion has the right, IMHO, to hold itself in such towering regard. It is hypocrisy. Irk Station Narcissism, terrorism. & neither do the Dandy Aliens..that are surely on their way here..with the big gun OR the good package, baby! When they arrive, lets roll out the barrel and just have one heck of a barrel of fun. Pick the Good Package & get down wit th’ core values of day to day life, sistas & brothas of the mighty good night. You remember how we used to laugh around the coffee table and argue over the little things we thought were pretty big? I bet we can again. ..I bet we can again? The inalienable right to Freedom o Religion; Check. The freedom of being humans on Earthly wonder; Check, check? I am confounded as to th’true righteous way today or yesterday (anyway you can, Sam). I do kno if U spend even ONE iota o' time aimin' to force yours on mine, aimin' to FORCE YOURS on mine, then U can’t be trusted. EVER. Not EVER. NOT EVER! But there's still time. Now become trustworthy, Sirs & Madams, kittens & cats, bite the bullet and trim the fat, & let's get on with something meaningful already. Imagine that. But a right's a right, right? ..& keep up your left