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« Last post by tellomon on September 11, 2020, 02:49:29 PM »
It was inevitable.
After 5 years of being without my own PC/Lappy I finally score thru secret means....
After 4 weeks on line, give or take a session, I do the facebook boogie. I look, not touch, mostly.
When I do extend a writer's digit, I poke prod and point out a valid point of view, especially if I plagerize it.
So, facebook is good. Bad. Indifferent.
Me too!
I found Steve Thorne.
We scrapped over a skirt in High School, c.1976.
I do believe that's the story, cuz see: I was young and Aware: I played drums, read all about it in Rolling Stone Magazine (Cameron Crowe was nearly my age), and I delivered MY poems to every chick I cared about.
Cue the Jock itch Crew: "Hey man, what's this shite you honing in on my girl!!???"
It was an R. Crumb scenario every time, every day.
We are rumored to be an evolving species, allegedly on the top of the food chain, and we have this groovy Opposing Thumb thang going on which makes Vacations, Chores, Science and Industry operate at maximum capacity, whatever that is....
I was advocating Contemporary Rock and Roll (Now known as "Classic Rock"_) , Bilbo Baggins and Frank Zappa Music, along with the abolition of the Draconian Anti-Marijuana Laws thru out the Land....yeah that was me... Here then comes America in it's true deviant form: Jocks and Blocks.
And I was popular on many Play Lists in that society and land.
Big Brother and his Bridgewater Tip Rat sister were working my hood and house.
Schools Admins was their Mule, Rat and Slave....
My local neighbours liked me very well in all my years there and NEVER called the cops on me.
( The Mayor El Monte was once my next door neighbour, and the City's "Hangin Judge" Ed Nitch lived 6 houses away. Upper Middle Class, ya dig? )
As such. one time, this Jocko homo and his tools give me grief...I told their Mothers and they got "Pinched".
Conversely in my house-hostage world:
The Parental Unit, in cohootz with organized religion and a poor understanding of Humanities were my first obstacle in this amazingly dissappointingly bogus journey, in the flesh upon Earth.
I wanted to build and construct. Challenge the elements and the odds. Show the world I can make Art out of trash, Sense out of Kaos and a fool outta you!~
The others did not ( and even unto now do not) agree, approve or encourage any of it.
It's the Classic Class Warfare/Family Feud Syndrome.
Not "LIKE" then. Not now. Ever.
So put my brain in the oven and set to simmer for 62 years at 65 miles an hour..and POW!
Mass Media.
Mass Murder. Hysteria on wheels.
Prophylactic crowd control and poopy Politics as usual.
Skullduggery is not a faux finish on a wall surface or automobile.
As the world spins, biting its own ass, here I am again, on the Outside Looking In.
I found this mug:
fb says it's Steve Thorne.
This data is public and legally subject to scrutiny and defamation, just like my load is.
This is not fun anymore.
It's a gateway to harder, more intrusive philosophical aspirations.
Suffer.
I like to share!
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