Settling in, having arrived 3:30 a.m. at the temporary
destination of one satisfactory highly overpriced small area – otherwise known
as a 'hotel room', we hit the sack with an audible WHACK for an actual sleep,
wretched hours to keep.
Long after ensuing daybreak, our familial counterparts were more than tactful
in summoning us up and at 'em for coffee and cheap doughnuts. Thus, a note was
slipped under the door as opposed to a knock at it.
Good to see all once again – and it hadn't been that long since we were here
together under similar, slightly less sad circumstances.
We prattled, some prayed,books rattled, one brayed.
My, that heavenly singer belted it out
with power akin to a shout.
At night 'twas time to catch up on the Web.
So Pimsleur approach
a hot topic to broach,
I surfed and dodged SPAM
as a mouse-tweakin' ham
with no obvious need of a coach.
Sexy play, fake Rolex watches;
the SPAM of today had arrived in splotches!
But for once we had a reliable Internet connection with very little
so no bitchin' or gripin' would ensue
regarding WIFI radio frequency waves'interpenetration of walls, doors, me and YOU.
No matter the macabre memories, Davey just couldn't summon
sentiment, though a dismal cloud cover
waxed analogous as an appropriate overarching theme for the day.
Yesterday's media seemed to shy away from covering 9/11/2001. Not that I paid attention; no
functional Cyclops Ad-box exists in this household, after all, so the car radio
was the only inlet.
Later, of course, it was time to revisit wisdom purveyed by Richard Gage of
AE911Truth.org. He did an interview:
Got no trouble with .FLV;
The players all seem fine to me.
And in time we'll surely see
What all came to be.
In a bind, did it rain today?
Never mind. Oh, that's okay.
So here's a smatterin' of shuffled paper tatterin'
across this desk to splay
in keeping with Davey's procrastination pattern.
Oh, indeed, it is a habit, says they.
Yes, the infamous “they”: those who know everything you are supposed to do and
presume you will perform as planned – or at least as menially with commensurate
idyllic outcomes crowed about in glossy supermarket magazines.
The “they” who know what “normal” is,and paste a derisive nameplate on your
assif you AREN'T.
This habit isn't goin' down easy.
Some guy we don’t know
wrote a new war book.
Will the war weary Joe
dare give it a look?
This harsh thing called war
why not grab some more?
WW3 and then Four
do we know it’s in store?
Hey, that’s what it’s for:
Create enemies galore!
Indeed, that’s what our rapacious species has been doing for untold millennia.
And then that other dude (boy, I’m GREAT with names today!) culled a giant tome
from betwixt his ears and research libraries, citing historical evidence
supporting over 14,000 wars homo sapiens has delved into since the dawn of