The Farmer's Market Miracle

Think about reality.
Where the next meal came from.

The farmer's market miracle.
A squash for the skillet.

Location doesn't matter.
Easy on the air.
Get the breath back.

Movement.
Which is real.
Which is freedom.
Which is alive.

The small circle knows.
Health is involved.
Of all kinds.

20/20 Gonzo 7: Screw Turkey

This is the life of an artist, waking when woke, shot of hot coffee beans, brewed up right.  These snakes still have fangs, but there is no venom.  They shed like a scaley husk of rebirth, renewing themselves always.  Devouring the hens and eating their eggs.  The pit is their destiny, they will slither away soon, they wanna keep their heads.

In the countryside, folks know about the narrow, the actual, the required.  These fits and tantrums are a daily feature of the intelligent class.  The hair product and make-up is slathered thick, the necklaces sparkle, the ties pop.  Occasionally, a drop of spittle will hit the camera lights just right.  "Thank God for the deep state."

Reminded of snakes, and bastards, and sickos, and the devil punk, pleased to report the justice laid down on those ISIS effs.  Stick with it, our super soldiers can eliminate them all.  Screw Turkey, they could've done this already, if they wanted.  Burning cages, beheadings, videos.  Journalists included, which hits close to home.  We are free and brave, but not as free and brave as we used to be.
 

20/20 Gonzo 6: Mud Wallowing

All you gather round and listen to the story, then you tell it, then you tell it, then you tell it, and then you tell it too.  Multiply the movie, make it true.  The acting is incredible, like real life.  The drama is intense and never quits, breaking daily, flashing always.  The marketing department is doing its thing, it'll be the surprise hit of the season.

They'll ruin the place, but we'll gut it once they finish their mud wallowing.  Best thing is to stand back, let the fools show their ace.  The public will tire of the farce.  Most want peace and quiet, fun and harmony, good sleep, a simmering pot of beef stew.  We'll make sure and leave the creeps off the house warming invitation list, it'll be a grand reopening.

Those trees will burn down to the ground, paper will save them no longer, now they turn to ash.  Another consequence of the digital era, smoked into the clouds.  But the power lines must get through, they must all glow.  Screens are connected, the story is being told, the next episode isn't on til later, they still got time.  Where shame is a sham, used like a defensive maneuver to avoid blame.

The Application Process

     The cake was delicious.

Go step by step with the application process.
Powder must be rubbed into the foundation.
     With a high dollar brush.

The eyes can be fatal.
     They must be handled with care.
Make them incredible.

     Never forget the neck.
The colors must be blended.
It's a critical technique.

     Avoid facial landslide with moisturizing.
Ruby red crystal ear lobes for the evening.
     Fingers full of rings.

Stuck the lipstick too.

20/20 Gonzo 5: Screwed Tapes

Join us live at the top of the hour, breaking news is breaking soon.  Evidently, a person close to an insider with ties to an assistant aide who knew someone in the nearby waiting room, told a source about dastardly deeds.  The nerve!  Just awful, those poor people need those missles and bombs.

Listen, let us explain.  It's real complicated, this conspiricy.  So much is unknowable, so much will require our intelligence, not your own common sense.  They are counting on your common sense, but you know better.  Those servers and screwed tapes tell the entire story, but the hard drives are missing.

An honorable public servant for years and years.  Led the fight to keep swimming pools safe for families and kids all over America, literally risking his very life.  And now, swimming pools are safe in Ukraine, China, and Romania too.  Exclusive interview up next, but first a word from our sponsor, Huggies Diapers.  You're in the Twilight Zone.

Ambivalence Of Stars

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The ambivalence of stars.
Early dark spots.
A certain kind of path.
Even karma has an alert.

The monitor blinks red.
As it dings lightly.
Immediately, all are informed.
No one comes.

Malfunctions are common.
Talk to myself.
Others understand their own ways.
The crazy are fine.

Make a face to the world.
With the ambivalence of stars.
Fixate your mind.
On this fading nightmare.

Frequent Insomniacs

Make it fun.

Not a struggle.

The unknowable is infinite.

Trust the artist.

Connect the moments together.

We don't want to know what you think.

Love without being loved.

Frequent insomniacs.

Henry Miller from Brooklyn.

The old rock fighter.

All brutality and discipline.

To this day they are admired.

Know a good material when touched.

When the suit fits right.

The Xerxy Society.

Reproductions of Japanese prints.

A respectable roll top desk.

Left her for June.

Absolutely no confidence.

$300 was the deal.

Too good to publish.

Jolly in spite of everything.

Let her sit there and dream.

No maniac can look that way.

A limitless confusion.

Paris calling.

To be without anything.

Thoroughly alive.

Over-civilized.

Only a catosrophe can make me go back.

Americans don't care about good bread.

Thought everything was important.

Crawling with bed bugs.

Think about all things at once.

Say what no one dares to say.

Wherever the eyes fall there is color.

A marked lack of uniformity.

Strident posters and billboards.

Sad looking cars.

We see the world through the same eyes.

Writing is not knowing where to go.

At 4 in the afternoon.