By the time you get done reading this it may be too late.......
Was at the store a little before and oh how should I put it?
well the rumor going around is only hours remain untill the 'State' bans -Four Loko -drink
Some young athletic built woman wanted some and the guy told her it was all sold out.
I asked the fellow behind the counter how the sales were going and he told me how the other day some 'kid' came in and bought $100 worth (about 40 cans)
I'd like to try just one can of the shit ....so I can truly give an honest opinion like -
"Yeah I had it and.........jumped off a 6 story building and walked away unhurt....bla bla bla"
or "Yeah tried a can saw all kind of numbers flash by next day.......hit the lottery for 38 million $$$"
I never tried it but whenever someone tells me that I cant have it ...well?
4 times the alcohol & 12 times the caffeine ?
the story goes some weird cat over in PA drank it and had a bad dream that he killed his kids
-Oh my poor little baby- wah wah , had a bad dream after drinking some four loko....fucker
deal with your dreams like everyone else has to.
Well anyway I guess the makers of that drink our going to break up the Four loko 'feel good' team?
Or the Four Loko Cougar team?
Four Loko get some before it's gone....like yesterday
Was at the store a little before and oh how should I put it?
well the rumor going around is only hours remain untill the 'State' bans -Four Loko -drink
Some young athletic built woman wanted some and the guy told her it was all sold out.
I asked the fellow behind the counter how the sales were going and he told me how the other day some 'kid' came in and bought $100 worth (about 40 cans)
I'd like to try just one can of the shit ....so I can truly give an honest opinion like -
"Yeah I had it and.........jumped off a 6 story building and walked away unhurt....bla bla bla"
or "Yeah tried a can saw all kind of numbers flash by next day.......hit the lottery for 38 million $$$"
I never tried it but whenever someone tells me that I cant have it ...well?
4 times the alcohol & 12 times the caffeine ?
the story goes some weird cat over in PA drank it and had a bad dream that he killed his kids
-Oh my poor little baby- wah wah , had a bad dream after drinking some four loko....fucker
deal with your dreams like everyone else has to.
Well anyway I guess the makers of that drink our going to break up the Four loko 'feel good' team?
Or the Four Loko Cougar team?
Four Loko get some before it's gone....like yesterday
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the "Gales of November" came early.
The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind.
When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'.
"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya."
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee."
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early!"
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the "Gales of November" came early.
The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind.
When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'.
"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya."
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee."
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early!"
Rosemary
Heaven restores you in life
You're coming with me
Through the aging, the fearing, the strife
It's the smiling on the package
It's the faces in the sand
It's the thought that moves you upwards
Embracing me with two hands
Right will take you places
Yeah maybe to the beach
When your friends they do come crying
Tell them now your pleasure's set upon slow-release
Hey wait
Great smile
sensitive to fate not
Denial
But hey who's on trial?
It took a life spent with no cellmate
The long way back
Saying, "why can't we look the other way?"
we speaks about travel
Yeah, we think about the land
We smart like all peoples
Feeling real tan
I could take you places
Do you need a new man?
Wipe the pollen from the faces
Make revision to a dream while you wait in the van
Hey wait
Great smile
sensitive to fate not
Denial
But hey who's on trial?
It took a life spent with no cellmate
To find the long way back
Saying, "why can't we look the other way?"
You're weightless, you are exotic
You need something for which to care
Saying, "why can't we look the other way?"
Leave some shards under the belly
Lay some grease inside my hand
It's a sentimental jury
And the makings of a good plan
You've come to love me lightly
Yeah you've come to hold me tight
Is this motion everlasting
Or do shutters pass in the night?
Rosemary
Oh heaven restores you in life
I spent a lifespan with no cellmate
The long way back
Saying, "why can't we look the other way?"
You're weightless, semi-erotic
You need someone to take you there
Saying, "why can't we look the other way?"
Why can't we just play the other game?
Why can't we just look the other way?
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Halloween is over- well a week over,
but still a ton of monsters are out walking the streets
Bunch of bald headed guys that look like weird Vampires
and big wide bodydudes with even bigger heads jamming up the aisles .
If late tonight 100 bald vampires went to fight 100 wide bodies who would win?
ahhh who would care....sometimes I feel they should just bulldoze the town and start over
Then...I saw her - Sissarow at the bar talking to some semi bald guy and she looked bad,
A few month before she looked fantastic -dressed up
but now..I dont know hard times I guess?
she turned looked at me and then looked away -
Did I tell ya about all the fucked up people walking around tonight.................
Heaven restores you in life
You're coming with me
Through the aging, the fearing, the strife
It's the smiling on the package
It's the faces in the sand
It's the thought that moves you upwards
Embracing me with two hands
Right will take you places
Yeah maybe to the beach
When your friends they do come crying
Tell them now your pleasure's set upon slow-release
Hey wait
Great smile
sensitive to fate not
Denial
But hey who's on trial?
It took a life spent with no cellmate
The long way back
Saying, "why can't we look the other way?"
we speaks about travel
Yeah, we think about the land
We smart like all peoples
Feeling real tan
I could take you places
Do you need a new man?
Wipe the pollen from the faces
Make revision to a dream while you wait in the van
Hey wait
Great smile
sensitive to fate not
Denial
But hey who's on trial?
It took a life spent with no cellmate
To find the long way back
Saying, "why can't we look the other way?"
You're weightless, you are exotic
You need something for which to care
Saying, "why can't we look the other way?"
Leave some shards under the belly
Lay some grease inside my hand
It's a sentimental jury
And the makings of a good plan
You've come to love me lightly
Yeah you've come to hold me tight
Is this motion everlasting
Or do shutters pass in the night?
Rosemary
Oh heaven restores you in life
I spent a lifespan with no cellmate
The long way back
Saying, "why can't we look the other way?"
You're weightless, semi-erotic
You need someone to take you there
Saying, "why can't we look the other way?"
Why can't we just play the other game?
Why can't we just look the other way?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Halloween is over- well a week over,
but still a ton of monsters are out walking the streets
Bunch of bald headed guys that look like weird Vampires
and big wide bodydudes with even bigger heads jamming up the aisles .
If late tonight 100 bald vampires went to fight 100 wide bodies who would win?
ahhh who would care....sometimes I feel they should just bulldoze the town and start over
Then...I saw her - Sissarow at the bar talking to some semi bald guy and she looked bad,
A few month before she looked fantastic -dressed up
but now..I dont know hard times I guess?
she turned looked at me and then looked away -
Did I tell ya about all the fucked up people walking around tonight.................
Fly Braniff Air Lines,
Party like a rock star,
Be around interesting colorful people
do it before 1982
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I'm going downtown tonight ,
hope the bar moves away thee pool tables so the hipsters can dance,
hope I have enough power in my camera ,
and hope I dont get pulled over by the man
We call her 'Mother'...........
....and whenever you feel 'beat' like beat down heavy with sorrow worn out overheated with evil summer
or unemployed , broke , with way too much time on ones hand - we go to her.
Something about water that helps iron out the days ahead and it's only a 1/4 mile away from me.
the forbidden zone.
about a stone throw away from New Brunswick train station off the 'corridor '
where I bought that lantern concrete lawn jockey from, the antique store now set for demo
and the old gentleman who owned it passed on into - western lands.
F-troop
Every weekend the police and hip hoppers clash in a game of cowboys n indians in this lot,
red and blue disco lights bouncing off the parking deck as an Amtrack blasts by doing 90,
I saw it once from above in the parking deck
- the cops just waited till they had #s and moved in with 8- 12 cop cars
on about fifty 20 something year olds that were in a state of near riot.
both sides must love the game 'cause they always come back for more & more & ....
Two French Bicycles, a 1982 Peugeot PH10
and a 1973 Paris Sport.
The PH 10 rides smooth and is light weight,
I'm trying to sell it for $300 but so far no takers.
The Paris Sport has some good stuff written about it on the interweb ,
could be from Northern France ? or from N.J.?
to bike people 'Paris Sport' has this mystical property to it
- more of a sprint bike I might put it up for $450-600? on C-list
I like writing up ads for stuff I sell even if I dont sell a lot of stuff
and I love after being insulted with low ball offers and telling grown men that
"no you cant have this bike" and "no I will not give you a reason -fuck off"
I think its important to say no every now and then kind of like giving balance to the 'FORCE' (star wars)
I remember one winter I cursed out this guy who gave me a hard time over this pinball machine I was selling,
I think it was for $500 and he wanted it for $50 , I gave him so much shit that his wife or gf called me up and cursed me out in Mandarin ......
....and whenever you feel 'beat' like beat down heavy with sorrow worn out overheated with evil summer
or unemployed , broke , with way too much time on ones hand - we go to her.
Something about water that helps iron out the days ahead and it's only a 1/4 mile away from me.
the forbidden zone.
about a stone throw away from New Brunswick train station off the 'corridor '
where I bought that lantern concrete lawn jockey from, the antique store now set for demo
and the old gentleman who owned it passed on into - western lands.
F-troop
Every weekend the police and hip hoppers clash in a game of cowboys n indians in this lot,
red and blue disco lights bouncing off the parking deck as an Amtrack blasts by doing 90,
I saw it once from above in the parking deck
- the cops just waited till they had #s and moved in with 8- 12 cop cars
on about fifty 20 something year olds that were in a state of near riot.
both sides must love the game 'cause they always come back for more & more & ....
Two French Bicycles, a 1982 Peugeot PH10
and a 1973 Paris Sport.
The PH 10 rides smooth and is light weight,
I'm trying to sell it for $300 but so far no takers.
The Paris Sport has some good stuff written about it on the interweb ,
could be from Northern France ? or from N.J.?
to bike people 'Paris Sport' has this mystical property to it
- more of a sprint bike I might put it up for $450-600? on C-list
I like writing up ads for stuff I sell even if I dont sell a lot of stuff
and I love after being insulted with low ball offers and telling grown men that
"no you cant have this bike" and "no I will not give you a reason -fuck off"
I think its important to say no every now and then kind of like giving balance to the 'FORCE' (star wars)
I remember one winter I cursed out this guy who gave me a hard time over this pinball machine I was selling,
I think it was for $500 and he wanted it for $50 , I gave him so much shit that his wife or gf called me up and cursed me out in Mandarin ......
What does it mean?
perhaps after a few pints of Ale I'll come up with something ........
then again maybe I wont
perhaps after a few pints of Ale I'll come up with something ........
then again maybe I wont
Well I sold it today the 'Italian Bike" but not before I gave it one more ride across the river to Starbucks.
some cat North of me came down for it - nice guy said his wife rides an old English 3 speed so he wanted a cool bike to ride with her. One of the best ads I ever made on C-list had it up for $300 a month or so ago and no one bit so pulled the ad and waited a few weeks then reposted it for $180.
Well he beat me down to $150
but thats ok because I bought it from this hard core red heired army chick with a southern accent ( or voice impediment ?) for $20 like in June before it got evil HOT 
.However it was in real shitty shape - lots of rust etc etc . just took tons of time you know?
You know I'm back to work now & $ is coming in - but I'm still saving like I'm down and out still.
I mean love going out now and then but find myself stocking up on stuff at the market - winter is coming
Sold 7 bikes in 3 months hopefully I'll move some of those pinball machines?
Crazy ass economy - crazy ass world
