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If life is a limo ride, I'm the driver and some zoot soot steely blue devil man is riding in the back, fat cigar and purple smoke, mirrored sunglasses, Tom Cruise grin, rolling some silver coin accross his knuckles, casual, gritty voice spewing nonsense, driving from the rear with the window between us down.
Where to today boss, and by the way, what's the fucking point?
Don't worry kid, the point if there is one is irrelevant, stick to the cul de' sac, fuck your mother, spit on the five-star marbled floor and smile the whole time.
Beverly Hills palm trees calling out through the smog for easy times and relaxation, the measure of a man is how many broken backs he stands upon, grinnin like the sun, chin back, nose up, outstretched arms, in through the nose perfumey sweet amidst the shattered dreams of a whole generation standing in some soy bean deli with a ticket and a hunched posture, mumbling instead of shouting, blaming the world and killing the flowers with noxious gas carried around in old school vacuum cleaners in search of cockroaches, mosquitos, woe-souled unison moan, vomit-stained wife-beating t-shirts, all too casual smoker's cough and everything's dead except that pink spot under the gown of a wonder woman holding all the cards in her twinkling eyes and knowing it all the time.
Okay boss, but I still don't get it.
What's to get kid, its Rodeo grand piano caviar, drink up kid, you're just getting started. Everybody bleeds but when its not you its the sweetest wine in America!
Woe! What apathy!
Shut up and drive, kid. Window rolls up, bloodshot and weary, windshield wipers swishing and swashing the misty Tuesday gloom, gotta get those headlamps fixed, but fuck it right? That's what tomorrow's about sugar baby, today the gloom, tomorrow the rainbow.
“Nothing can now be believed which is seen in a newspaper. Truth itself becomes suspicious by being put into that polluted vehicle. The real extent of this state of misinformation is known only to those who are in situations to confront facts within their knowledge with the lies of the day.” -- Thomas Jefferson
The greatest sin of mankind is ignorance.
The press takes [Trump] literally, but not seriously; his supporters take him seriously, but not literally. --Salena Zeto (9/23/16)
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