A li’l birdie friend of Townhouse Mouse, who is a hardwood floor traveling regional building inspector for a “major” (me, me, my, my, now, now, now, big chair station dispensation) banking sinstitution in Ratland, told fair-to-midland dingy Gray Mouse, who doesn’t sport the comely features of townhouse-white-&-brown mouse, (in a not-so-funny-ha-ha-elation phone conversation) that the (masses-maneuvering-PROPER-money-grubbing-class-of-deadbeats) bank certainly is NOT being held accountable to proposed uses of said bailout funds but is, instead, continuing heavy skilled & unskilled rodent labor layoffs while quietly organizing a buyout of another slightly less major banking sinstitution. Oh, the profanities rising from the rodent community, but very little above whispers of baffled and ambivalence. Oh, the ruse, the dire use of mousy lives and livelihood. Jibed as an excellent investment of scot-free unregulated booty amongst the big chair set, yep. Oh, ain’t it rich. So a select big-tomato tête-à-tête in some noir backroom smoker appears to have robbed from the riddled to the tune of a fiddle they like to call “violin,” …gone and given candy to rich babies who, in-turn, intend to maintain an incredible enduring lack of integrity ~~ disregarding the same exact sort of obligatory integrity they stake a long and grandiose living on legislating and lecturing, nay demanding their debtors are to maintain or be bankrupted or jailed, or worse: disenfranchised & homeless. Oh the heinous double standards being represented here. Oh brother, the laws of Ratland definitely do not apply to Mr. Banks et al., and we, the mousy community, the oodles of nincompoopherd noodles lower than poodles, screw the pooch once more. Pirates in the house? FUBAR. Situation normal, all fckd up. E Pluribus Unum. Of the many, …ONE? Oh the rodentityyyyy!

Oh, distraction……… Oh cold winds……..

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We put an album out, m’lady n me, titled Love & Leukemia (From the Sooted Shores). A heavy metal folk/zydeco reggae worldbeat duet with subtitles … that shot to the top of the charts for three minutes last night & then sank like a rock to lay now silenced among the mounds of de-minted pennies and the bottom feeding freshwater crustaceans that suck ‘em. If you didn’t accident upon a copy between the hours of midnight and midnight-o-nine, so sorry, they are out of print as fast as they went in, but you can find the included booklet anthology of poetry and ironical pen & inks lining cage floors beneath the butts of wayward mutts, pups and oldies-but-furry-goodies @ an animal protective league near you ~ this high absorbency poop retainer donated by yours truly ‘cause we figured there should be some recyclable use for the sacrificial tree flesh. The discs, on the other hand, …pure poison baby … in a toxic landfill near you … & your local watershed.

Don’t lose your heads