20/20 Gonzo 12: Superiority Complex 10

Asking and answering questions all in one, a weird way to give a speech.  Everyone was quiet, trying to follow the logic, but there was nothing coherent, just confusion and frozen faces.  Evidently, teaching constitutional law is only for geniuses, but these people seem challenged, like explaining it is impossible.  Too smart to make any sense, but too brilliant to be doubted.  Gibberish, mostly.

The spies are still there, blowing horns and blabbing on the side, trust is nowhere.  News conferences to explain news conferences, podiums and wooden hammer downs.  Let the lady speak, man!  These speed readers never get to the point, just wanna get the empty words recorded in the record--"So ordered."  Manners aside, this is a foolish way to operate.

It is impressive to pray for someone every single day and to have no hate in your heart for anyone.  A sure sign of human endurance mixed with the power of the Holy Spirit or sure evidence of massive Superiority Complex 10.  Probably the prayers are expedited, maybe the prayers are directly spoken to God, perhaps God is a voter too.  The campaigning never stops, they will fight for you, God wants them to lead, the future of justice and decency is at stake.  Superiority Complex 10 can be cured with a trip to the mirror maze at the fun house, where hypocrites cry.

Brewing Slow

After all, the crumbs are enough.
Without the circumstance and pomp.
A more genuine existence of contentment.
Tolerating and allowing for most things.
Involved in few matters of importance.
Avoiding serious talks and damnations.
Pop a light in here, see what can be seen.
This inevitable karma is brewing slow.
Shock breeds more shock.
Madness breeds more madness.
Sadness breeds more sadness.
And they are all raised up to endure.

Sang some blues about heaven and confession, about boom towns and prize fights, about being left in the city on Hooke Street, about deep blues and being in a spot, about hurricanes and train crashes, about phenomenons and wildcatters, about Elmo's dad and WWII.

Texas Slim showed up, the sax player charmed the place, drummers were all over, spinning sticks and waiting to jump on the kit.  The keyboard player had style and a flute fluted throughout.  Forest, the bassist, caught the vibe quick and the guitars were the show.  Joe Vee Zee, with the Stevie sound, played as the soul singer in orange swayed.  The teacher took a turn and played some Van and Allmans.  Outside, the road was quiet, the night had slipped into morning.  The limits were reached, and we all escaped.

20/20 Gonzo 11: Ticker Tape

Nothing is new in the news, it's the same Max and Maxine Headrooms, stuttering and looping.  However, everything seems to be breaking, alerts are brightly alerting, outrage is all the rage.  The ticker tape tells the story, the party affiliation, and the Dow Jones Industrial Average.  The musical scores are like laser beams in a space war, shooting and screeching.  Most know it's the same old tune, nothing is new in the news.

"The law must be respected," they blurt, while ignoring laws being disrespected.  It is a shame of a sham for sure, a sorry public spectacle made worse by the assumption of willing ignorance.  These are dumb people, and they are reliant upon dumb people.  Huffing and puffing, and constant interrupting.  Electric blue is the color for the evening, like neon it glows.

The home districts must be a relief, the capital city is full of posturing and positioning.  Staffs with briefs and cases, with movers and shakers, with whistleblowers and rats.  Just another brick in the wall of thought control, another script of drama, another education we don't need.  This public service is for the birds, the double birds.  Now is the time, this is the place, let those birds fly.

The Junkyard Court: The Original 50 Cent

Dad was a wheelchair farmer.
That South African tennis dude.
Duffle bags, shoes, off to Florida.
Make the dream come true.
Never said come home.
The original 50 cent.
Off to the ruthless Vitas slaughter.
Lesson learned.

Y'all finish up, then we'll finish up.
At Jimmy's request.
Homework paid off.
Nasty played the other guy.
Cracked a tooth, filled it with a crushed pill.

Yao Ming probably got cold feet.
Wrong conception of capitalism.

Play what you want.
Have fun if you want to.
Roll around the world with an asterisk.
Johan knows Glowface.
Make the girls superstars.
We're taking a hit.
The professional globalists.
Good coaching is not conforming.
Richard Williams is a legend.

The musclemen beat the kangaroos.
At the ranch.
Drink like fish, eat like hogs, the beat life.
Southern Hemisphere folks party.
They got BBQ too.
Elbow.
Seniors have the most fun.
Played there in Mandela Square.

Go ahead and say it will fail.
It will.
Even Davis figured it would end one day.
The World has no chance against Europe.
The enigma is running out of time.
We don't need him.
Footnotes are usually funny.
And train wrecks are tough to ignore.
Lay off the tattoos, the mainstream ink.

Echo My Reiteration

To be so kind as to.
*explain your rationale.
If you wouldn't mind.
*paint a masterpiece.
Sorry for confusion.
*explain it again please.
Before moving along.
*make an observation.

Engaged in eyes, discussions wavering in time. Working to the bone, ignoring the mountains.  Honey is the name, and if it's all the same, jump this train, say it plain.  Reasons and actions, healings and fractures.

Pardon the intrusion.
*caught up for now.
Sparkles are still there.
*twinkles and winks.
 Echo my reiteration.
*how lovely it all is.
Until we meet again.
*sleep peaceful and dreamy.

Automatic Deduction

Pull the screen tight.
     It's removable.
Do not enter there.
     Cameras are all around.

This is an office.
     Automatic deduction, but tasty.
The broken strings seem sad.
     They have no sound.

Aquariums and lights.
     Leather sofas and wall art.
Harmonica with some shake.
     Ten soldiers and Nixon coming.

As Volume 5 drops.

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20/20 Gonzo 10: Bushy Eyebrows

Live from the governing chamber, it's been decided.  Communists sure know how to party.  Lots of vodka straight up.  Lots of fish dishes.  Bushy eyebrows.

The ladies, sturdy and strong.  The children, obedient and energetic.  The men, determined and proud.  Cover up the history, bend the truth.  Strike a pose.

The peasants can be fooled, but not the civilized.  The commies are righteous liars.  The worst kind of liars.  Humorless, in an arrogant way.  The worst kind of way.