STAR WORKINGS AND A FRIEND NAMED COONIE 'THE BOY"

NEVERMIND...

TEXAS AND THE BORE OF IT ALL.

"Rivers run fluid making history, the very existence of gravity, based on God's Unholy Will to carve apart a beautiful landscape; showing power onto his tenets."

The work was slow, drudgery, if you will, too many steps forward with too many steps back. The FALSE ALARM IDEA had become NOT A DRILL. The Social dynamic has worked itself out of the cracks of marketing and regrouped and focused on a NEW PROGRAM of COMPLETE MIND FUCK. Snakey places once thought safe, reverted to paradises for creatures with purely blood brain thirsty kill zones. TARGET RICH ENVIRONMENTS is a common code name. REMEMBER. TARGETS HAVE CODE NAMES AND CALL SIGNS...NEVER FORGET.

As Nationalist take all Coasts the water turns red with the blood of the POOR FOLKS, the madness sweeps like Hell across a Midwestern field and the heat wave is very apparent. Coincidence? I do not bed, but i differ. Welcome to the BIG SCREEN, FRONT ROW, fuck the Bible, prophets and radio disc JOKEYS, when it rains... it pours. 

The political "system" in the United States of America is following the Justice System of the same territory. Money. Dig IT. 

IT'S RIGGED. 

FUCK. IT. 

WHO CARES. 

COUNT OUR DAYS.  

CREATIVE 'TYPES' WILL SHINE LIGHT ON THE DARK. 

STAY COOL. 

PLAY MUSIC. 

AND WHEN THE TIME COMES:

KEEP THIS SONG BY YER SIDE

AND

KILL EVERYTHING YOU SEE. 

...OFF THE DAMN ZOOM WITH A BUNCH OF LOONIES...

THE FUCKING THING WON't WORK, IT CAN'T SPELL IT'S OWN FUCKING NAME

 Just got off a ZOOM with the Democratic party headed off somewhere in Aspen, not sure if it was an Aspen branch, or if they have branches or what the fucking score is but I was on the damned fucking thing and It wasn't that bad. NOT BAD AT ALL. I joined somehow by a sent email, logged in with no video like a sneaking treacherous spy, even under a false name, a street name only publish twice in the local paper. 

<RAUL. KENNEDY> 

I presume, 

:TO THE LEADERS OR LEADERSHIP OF THE ASPEN CHAPTER OF WEAK AND CORRUPT DEMOCRATS - SNEEZING PROTO-CRATES, FOR SALE ASPEN TYPES AND THE FREE WILL OR DESTROY ACTION GROUP...(AND ANY OTHER LOOSE CHANGE GROUP I FORGOT TO MENTION)

GOOD AFTERNOON, 

What a wonderful surprise to have been so graciously invited to this undercover ZOOM Intel offering and bamboozle uplift charity parade, a basic cheaters circle unity homework copy session where I and 17 others and have YOU tell ME the WISHES of thyne divine party. I Wish to bring up a serious and curious issue of the present day.

Considering the TRUMPANZEESS are organized and working as a field recon unit building and placing false voter drop off boxes, would it be considered inappropriate, illegal, false reckoning, or outright distasteful to place signs stating 

OFFICIAL TRUMP VOTER BALLOT BOX 

and taping said flyers to all city of Aspen trash bins through the general metropolitan downtown area?

OFFICIAL 

TRUMP VOTER 

BALLOT BOX

X
X
X
X
X
X
XXXXXXX

XXXXX

XXXX

XX

X

OR 

vice versa with the arrow going the other way. 

Pointing ti the trash can

ALWAYS WITH THE THOUGHTS OF THE HIGH COMMAND I POLITELY ASK YER PERMISSION TO DO SO.

I'll do it either way,

ALWAYS YOURS IN BONDAGE, 

-THE WEATHERMAN- 

THE NIGHTMARE IN TEXAS CONTINUES...PART 2 OF 2 MANY...HEY AMIGO!

Business advice poolside escalated into deafening slurs of agro chants while family's coward in the spotlights of hotel parking lots. Most days we would get back to our parking spot, 13 after leaving our rally position in the paddock garages also labeled with a 13. Garage 13 was a staging point for all things tables and chair related. Our neighbors were strange creatures loading in and out a variety of booty from queer shirts to soda, energy brain juice, water but mostly ice. This ice is like gold on any event battleground and we had full right on fuck you access. We ran a tight cooler at all times, a young buck should learn from the start a healthy stocked cooler with a wide variety of mix and EXTRA COLD BEER at the bottom is basically a sign of preparation and full on intent to be a winner. You let your cooler drag the pass soon enough your creatures will loose faith. I can't stress enough keeping a strong variety of mix and keeping the ice box within an arms reach.

The forward progression moved at a brisk mind melting pace paved by the highway of speed, No sleep and strong drink.  A pint turned turned to a fifth in no time,  arguments in the morning consolidation seemed to increase day by day.  A real hatred grows between humans when money is on the line, jobs are contracts and the beating your ass sun makes you slur your speak. I hated those moments and it nearly pushed me in. Creatures become monsters when drugs take hold, shaking vision and sweat pours from all creases of the body and brain, sickness of spirit consumes the days and time looks like a thin artifact baked in the sweltering heat.  Time was an idea. No matter how hard you could work, time would pass but always a feeling of hurried unfinished progress and a feeling of inadequacy. Blathering poolside of a job well done, or "WE ARE THE BEST" fell in as shadows from the truth. SPUN, SHOT OUT, DRUNK and TIRED were the actual headlines.

Tunnel vision confused me from night and day, the poolside arguments and meat jockeys haunted me in slumber and wake, tales of being handled by men into a company truck during a company party coursed through my veins like the 10 double Maker's Marks I gulped to take me further away. I can't recall a clear vision of that night, a thought of dumbness and wasted CORPORATE ESPN STOCK FALLING money kept running through my head and the idea that everyone here is a scum sucker. Those are bad thoughts on a strong whisky trip, especially Makers. The night turned against me with a whispering sucker punch, I assume; as you would me, the drink worked it's way into my being. Phone numbers made no sense and I kept thinking the Civil War was a joke and if it wasn't it sure as fuck was't dead yet. Austin Texas in my view, at that point in time, was a cumshot dripping down a painted cinder block wall. Pussy was obsolete because it might be considered "uncool" and if you saw some, you might as well ridicule, because you are a MAN. WITH A MOTOR CYCLE. JUST LIKE THE OTHER 20,000. MUTANTS FROM SOMEWHERE HELLS. Fashionable great smelling breeds on a 6 year stint, creeps not worth stabbing. I've seen jokers in my day. Magic show bikers and tearful tramps, but this was a new low. An entirely new category of, "yet undocumented scum."

I was in a bad brain.
I was engulfed in a swarm of Hipster Cannibals and personally I was hot from whiskey and all thee above. I vaguely remember  proclaiming my departure and possibly fighting in the parking lot outside the shit show. A great friend, Brother, and Allie....saved me from a spot in the Austin County Jail, we never discussed such details of this incident but the knots on my head serve as two things: I was drunk enough to bang my head around on ground or truck... or b.) I was rescued by a true friend out of a beat down, either way...I'm writing this now. We made it to the room and I woke up, still dreary from the night before with a sense of hiding from all other ESPN TYPES for the entire work day. I hate these days of regret and blackout drunk crime scene thoughts; every time you see a Sheriff you think "well, I guess that's me" Walking into staff services, a shit pit of weak NON LABOR TYPES, I overhear a conversation about last night's events, how "it ain't a party till you see people puking all over each other" One girl chummed in, "I couldn't drink anymore whiskey i was so drunk but I ordered two more doubles, I mean, when your so fucked your dumping whiskey down your shirt you should stop, but I didn't!!!!!! They had a 10,000 guarantee on the bar and that was met by 10:30...hahahh" I overheard this walking into the front doors looking for nothing, actually just patrolling. I kept think about Full Metal Jacket when the guy says " we're jolly green Giants roaming the Earth with Guns." That was my mentality and gift. I've, we've, 898, have done a few through tests of all limits. But that's the gig. Labor makes it happen then suit and tie dummies with girls with fresh faces and great smells with clean cloths and perfect teeth to match, GPA's with degrees; go home with STORIES. Well, fuck you. Shit don't happen by chance, and most images in word or picture aren't exactly clear as an un muddied lake, there is always a variable. And those variables are possibilities, possibilities to become efficient tracks of the landscape of OUR PRESENCE. To move quickly, without hesitation, is but ONLY our greatest compromise.