Robbie Ramone!

Gimme a break and Sakes alive! Found this picture of The Ramones at The Library of Congress! No Jive! High Five! From the looks of Tommy's hair, this seems about 1977. Thank GOD for RAMONES. Thank RAMONES for RAMONES. Bop out! joey * johnny * dee dee * tommy * marky * richie * cj too! * golly how we luv LUV joey Jeff JOEY RAMONE who came to The Liberry back in the rock'n'roll day. I luv Ramones cuz they remind me I love her so and I do indeed wanna bee sedated, ho. Let's GO! I've been howling @ thee moone for these 'Harvest Happenings' ... had CCR on headphones for the creature feature MOON presentation end-of-summer days ... today is AUTUMN! 1-2-3-4!

Hell Bottom Jeans!

Gorgon Rasputini throwing tiny dice, rolling Double-Johns. Ollie off a Seraphim gliding low, all corrected in yonder Undertow. Whoa. Black Rob onnit. Big L onnit. Diggin' Carrie, Mary, & Laura in bonnet. "Ma's Holiday" last night: a tv sonnet. The Vice President rolling by Right Now Loud Outside Park Window. Cherrycoke swallowin'jubilant is the occupant. Breathin' deepe for the heck of it and fine-tunin the exhale for real bodykicks. Lettin' it all swell-a-grow. Your turn to essplode. Me Brethren are all like "Arbuckle Yer Sheet Belts, Ghosties," ... Delightfully, slightly frightfully, Holy Night every-nitely, right here wherever you are, now matter how them Mathematicians scientifically divided us, whether within this here Rasputin Rockbox or hitchhikin' through dreams. The hyperventilatin' rhythms are aspects of The Grander, shades of Exchange, senses, hints, memories. Such a sstrange ssideshow this sslideshowe, yo, oh well. Oh Hell! Yay!

Beelzebubba Mischief!

Gargantuan Juan. Yep. A giant Mexican. More than eleven feet tall ~ perhaps he sees over neighborhoodes-- sees right into 'em. As tall as standing in one spot {ready position} while able to see any action in all the streets of a city area. Gargantuan Juan was in an afternoon audio dream. Mead velcro undone 'n' flappin' floorward, yet still Deacon-grinnin' 'n' sinnin' on trax. Bruckner 5 is pumpin' 808 Saturn Nite in th'city northwest. Commissioner Gordon > Parks Jack Warden >> Sparxx Bubba Beelzebubble Bath >>> Spent all my cash, I always do. Broke til Monday again oh well. Stayin' tupperware tight in for da anniversary weekend << 4 years and alla that. Food, films, computer fulla tunes'n'news, all ok. Hail the King of the Jews, Jon Stewart.

Devolving Satisfactions!

The John Adams Building features in my mid-morning rounds, walk-paced blurs of Great Communicators better than good hot sugary tea? Could bee. The Jive gets sprung out the box like a Jack, all trades are final ~ black. Jeff Davis across from the future-zoo, we salute {or at least say what up} thinkin' about Miss Varina Howell and Jane Appleton Pierce. Like Ambrose Beirce I came to get fierce, with a Devil of a Dictionary of friends and Sears. Perhaps lemonade on the porch? Franklin, Jefferson, Jane, Varina? Slaves? Did it happen? What year could it have been? 1845? 1845! St. Lunatics shoutin' about it for some reason there. Thor origin mornin' + The Army of Tennesse by Stanley F. Horn! Tha's what I'm talkin'about'right'on!! Gosh, I tells ya, when I ain't readin' I feel like a true blue shirkin' shucker!

Thomas Jefferson Starship!

I hear they're working hard on Superman's codpiece. Y'all just gotta luv Death Certificate and Goo. And on or after a cagaloging-long day at the Liberry, it's been most required I seek headphone healing. I'm talkin' about ALSO talkin' about gettin' Schlitz-canned by my bro Franklin immediately upon my arrival home from work. That's right: my stone cold cat hits me in the chest like Stabler with an ice-cold. Lately the rock's been flowin' free @ chez me: Kiss, Mott, Moody, Piper, Lizzy, Winwood, Alice Cooper, Amboy Dukes, Small Faces, what gives? Marvel Comics straight through so s'pose it's on some teenager tip. Jus' lettin' my love flow like a mountain stream w/ EBN OZN on ghetto blaster. George Bush doesn't care about black people.

Bison Boogie!

Hard-Ruck Woman we bee risin' Iron Man stylee through that next ol' mezzanine and upward toward that Coke machine balcony. Nick Cave mp3's electronically loudly cuz it seems like the Sinistar Righteous thing to do. Well bless your lil' cotton socks! Nosferatu going through security @ National Airport; Sasquatch on digital feed. The government issued you (check the 'interviews') ~ cuz you been numbered all the way, never hidden. All of us much Muchos MUCH more recorded & documented than we realize. The Judgment shall bee slim-- wha-? Hustle&Flow. Thus we have it bothe Really Pretty Darn Goode AND notsobad @ th'same time. Boogie Bison naturally, refreshingly, warmly agree. You can see 'em in the distance, nodding wooly bison nods when you close your eyes. Shaggy, shakin'-that-ass bison. Beelzebubba Cuzzin Metro fun spooktacurous! James Earle Fraser and the Buffalo nickel ...

Put Up Yer Dukes!

I'm shuckin' & jivin' ~ tryin' ta stay alive in this Roboto Jalopy, tip-tappy fo'shizzle, but do ya's knows it's only a drizzle of what the phuture phunk phoned inta me? This is Eye of the Stripey Tyger type tap dancin' peg legged. A real show-stopper, this heart-swellin' clod-hopper who challenged his teacher to a hoedown showdown ::: Jump on it! Jump on it! Jump on and on on and on it! Learned ones gatherin' no time travellin' just me st-st-st-stammerin' ~~~ Beethoven's Cloven Sounds ablaze ...