As always, thanks for the wisdoms & sentiments shared; it’s good mojo you know
“These are tough times for canaries in coalmines.”
The notion has struck me like a belly-blow this time
That for decades now these ol’ canaries been perched
At the forefront of early-warning symbolisms ... singing
To those who dig it and those who couldn’t care less.
What some troubadour has to feel flows into the song
& those songs aren’t for real, no, their jus goods, son,
So you listen to me, boy, my hair is parted just right,
let me tell you a story about how right makes might
& THEN when you grow-up you can be jus like me
rake the battle to far shorelines & take millions 4free
You can grow-up & join the throng or only a child be
To do anything less mature is to scoff at your Country.
Wherein a machine that is eating and it eats voraciously
& a food that is trying to retain the wealth of autonomy.
Therein too many reasons for the season of Tom Joad.
& so we spin our daily wheels over repaved roads;
..... repaved & resurfaced, repaved & resurfaced & repaved,
but what generation will finally figure it out and pave way?
& so we spin our daily wheels over repaved roads;
repaved & resurfaced, repaved & resurfaced & repaved,
but what generation will finally figure it out and pave way?
Thank you courageous few. There is an energy here @ DBIS sometimes.
Oh-yeah, the nasty fucker is still poking at us, … but we are still poking it back! Poke! …Poke! Mean bastid calls for mean response, which has taken a toll & some 25 pounds. (Another round of chemo in a week or two followed by THE BMT soon … followed by 3 months in quarantine (at least) for two ~~
I have no plans that don’t include MayaBlue………
