don't want to think these unthinkable thoughts i want out of this death cult Somewhere in a courtyard there's the sound of a shell blown amplified for the crowd from a cave underground where the high priestess of sound sings every song of trees the canopy of wonder we can never replace. The boring whiteness of sugar plantations ring in the crackerjack box parcheesi board games the names are escaping screaming deaf blind and dumb you made your choices leaving us only our voices stand up and fight for the last beating heart we can't bring ourselves to sacrifice on the bloody altar of commerce. Folk like you can manage the wild horses on a budget the wild women with tattoos ,dirty fingernails charms in their dreadlocks on retreat the girl in pigtails speaks at the not united nations there in the spotlight she's flying all over the lands visiting diamond mines refugee camps photo opportunities with heads of state You told me you're here for the selfies the music can wait subtleties bleached out beached whale full of plastic a talking head full of statistics playing at revolution dressed the part caught in a maze giant screens burning in time squared yesterday the crosstown bus sprouts wings high above the ford foundation its air conditioned tropical amazon in a 4 o'clock rainstorm heading home. (working on something almost like Berlin Alexanderplatz. Dear friends,brother,sister...R: DO you remember realizing it would be cheaper to send an emissary to Jersey with the treasures than through the USA postal service? Return. This thread takes a long time to unspool and I don't know why we have lost touch,but it's ok. Would you welcome an emissary ,a piano playing fool with a kind heart who needs a reason to keep on living? I do not have a dime or would have done something long ago but can never repay anything and right now am convincing music bureaucrats that this could be the next to the last thing/request ,will make them laugh if it kills me ,with nothing to prove. Matchmakers often set things ablaze with unintended consequences. ) PS (the song & poem posted here on the last post were for yous. PPS: This is the footnote referenced) PPS :Do you believe in magic?
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