guerrillas in the mist

"Okay boys fuckin' revolution is over!" read the leaflets that floated down through the triple canopy humidity scattering amongst the dead fall everywhere 'till Tuesday landing lightly on my brow before then but only slightly. "That was so yesterday so today throw down your velvet muskets your damn denim sabers and your tin-foil hats for we're headed home to the land of bilk and money b'god! Huzzah! Huzzah!.." it continued on into the night but that was all it was: it sounded good to me and I went to sleep early to prove it. zzzzzzzzz...

All's swell that ends well I always sway.

Huzzah! exactly


Keep your powder dry and your balls at the ready troopers and don't shoot 'til you see the soft whites of their underbelly on the Plain of Jars or is it the soft white of their underbellies on the Pain of Mars? i forget

Schlock and Caw:
Palin reveals she was dropped on her head as a child.
Everybody yawns.
Frozen tundra fed Alaska blacked-out in the Land of the Midnight Sun and is still scratching it's collective head wondering along with fermented corn-fed Illinois who's still swishing and cringing as Rod Blogovithair spins yet another yarn kicking and screaming his way out the back door.

Who let these people in here anyway, Space Invaders from Space?
Fuck!
Who then took over for awhile and left?
Fuck!
Was W an alien life form?
Fuck!

What The Fuck?

I don't know but the troops are dying still, the debt is in the trillions and I'm losing faith in the system like I had any to lose to begin with and for all his statesmanship and dignity and Firstness, is Ears going to be able to pull off the biggest comeback in the history of like forever and make US feel good again or will he allow The Screecher to make a run for his pants in 2012 and appall the rest of us with her bloom & doom and heavy breathing?

I wonder...
I stutter...
I shudder...

oh fuck