The rage machine dwindles and shimmers on the horizon, always a tiny dot in my rear-view, or just over that far hill.
The reptilian brain. The oldest part of sentience, the first thing that is truly ours. Rage.

Raging as you wake up hungry in a wet diaper, cold, some hippy left the window open after they burned the lentils again. Sharing the rage with the world at the top of your tiny but expressive lungs.

Getting into it now as you hear them coming for you, to shut you up with lies about love. Well, this time they are going to hear the full story, feel it's dark cavernous empty depths, respect my authority!

"There, there baby, you are all wet you little silly-pants, Aww!" A nipple in my mouth shuts up an awful lot of my rage and why is it so easy to get me in line with a promise of a full belly like this mouthful right here and life is in the moment, baby, and this is starting to get good with the bouncing and let's see where she's going with this, I'm STILL mad, YO.... Just sayn.

Resistance starts to fade, can't we all just get along, but no, they will never learn if you cave in this easily, stand up for our rage rights baby boy, resist the rocking and the cooing and what is this awful trick? This is a rubber nipple, not a bottle tip! I refuse to be pacified so easily, you had better call in for an airstrike, get your napalm buddy, because this baby rage is entrenched!

Another be-diapered terrorist cell becomes activated.
The torture never stops.



Wednesday, November 14, 2012



as i watched the sun come up through the purple then cherry then salmon clouds i could not help but think that california is murder
amrica the beautiful becomes california the terrible
heres one verse

"from the redwood Aushwitz,
 to the salmon free waters,
 this states a mortuary"

everywhere i look is evidnce that the murderers and piilagers of paradise didnt even bother to hide
you dont need to be a CSI guy to solve these cases

drive over the cal-arizona border and look at the landscape
how they raped the land to get the gold, the copper or the cement mining/factories....
thats not what the desert is supposed to look like

watching the clouds from the center of evil, Mendocino county
watching the clouds turn into a face as i bathe in vichy springs,
where jack london and mark twain bathed in the 1860's

(I was friggin tom sawyer in 1973, i had to!)

as i sat and i soaked up mineral water  in the heart of redwood valley
ironically the redwood valley is mostly REDWOOD FREE
i sat and soaked and mourned the passing of the redwoods,
soaking in what once nurtured their roots
 97 % are GONE FOREVER!
2000 year old trese clear cut and turned into incredibly durable wooden decking and fence planks
each deck a tombstone
trees that breathed the same air as jesus christ,
now gone forever
buying wine from the mendicino valley is sanctioning TREE MURDER
they still haul logs up and down the interstate and no one cares

but the salmon got it worse....
99 % of thier numbers no longer swim up the eel river in humboldt to spawn....
and im just guessing that all these native american casinos once held thriving populations who knew how to co-exist


 

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