Posts Tagged ‘fall off a wall?’

bROnze Faced Lie

Sunday, January 6th, 2013

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Eleanor Shaw //

Jimmy's Records

this is my rifle this is my gun

Eighty Six (*melt all this stuff*)

He Who Giveth

Heads of State

Bronze Face to Queen

26 – 17?
26 * 17

= 4 4 2

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Check Please

Tigger Cup

Thursday, December 29th, 2011

Worked a removal job today. I’m getting pretty good at it.

The lady was moving to Las Vegas.

This morning she handed me coffee in a china mug with Tigger on the front.

Over lunch, an Italian restaurant revealed Marilyn Monroe hanging on the wall.

This evening the lady gave me a shot of Havana Club in a plastic cup, along with two hundred bucks.

In her lounge I found this –

Triple Seven and JC

Sweet Charity

A Door.

I asked her and she said ‘Sure’.

Now it belongs to me.

The End Of The Whole Mess?

Friday, December 10th, 2010

“A sentiment of trust in the legal money of the State is so deeply
implanted in the citizens of all countries that they cannot but believe
that some day this money must recover a part at least of its former value.
To their minds it appears that value is inherent in money as such, and
they do not apprehend that the real wealth, which this money might have
stood for, has been dissipated once and for all.

This sentiment is supported by the various legal regulations with which
the Governments endeavor to control internal prices, and so to preserve
some purchasing power for their legal tender. Thus the force of law
preserves a measure of immediate purchasing power over some commodities
and the force of sentiment and custom maintains, especially amongst
peasants, a willingness to hoard paper which is really worthless…

If, however, a government refrains from regulations and allows matters to
take their course, essential commodities soon attain a level of price out
of the reach of all but the rich, the worthlessness of the money becomes
apparent, and the fraud upon the public can be concealed no longer.”

John Maynard Keynes, Economic Consequences of the Peace, NY, 1920, p. 239-40

That’s all understood. But is this, yet?

We’re all presidents, we’re all congressmen,
We’re all cops in waiting,
We’re the workers of the world,
There is the elite and the dispossessed,
And it’s only about survival,
Who has the skill to play the game for all it’s worth,
And reach an obscure kind of perfection,
Let’s try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible,
Let’s try not to remember any names,
We’ll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision,
United, we’ll make them remember our history,
Or how we’d like to be told,
How we’d like to be told…

And we rock,
Because it’s us against them.
We found our own reasons to sing,
And it’s so much less confusing
when lines are drawn like that,
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries,
Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes
Of the cogs in the system,
It’s just about knowing where everyone stands.
All of a sudden,
People start talking ’bout guns,
Talking like they’re going to war,
‘Cause they found something to die for,
Start taking back what they stole –
sure beats every other option,
But does it make a difference how we get it?
Well do you really fucking get it?
No, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no….

Against Me! Those Anarcho Punx Are Mysterious

Nonetheless, my hope burns ever brighter.

…And we would dance like no one was watching
With one fist in the air
Our arenas just basements
and bookstores across an underground America
With this fire we could light
With this fire we could (light)

Just gimme a scene where the music is free
And the beer is not the life of the party
And there’s no need to shit talk or impress
‘Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon

And every promise that’s made and bragged
is meant if not kept
We’d do it all because we have to, not because we know why
Beyond a gender, race, and class,
we could find what really holds us back

Let’s make everybody sing
That they are the beginning and ending of everything
And we are stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear.

Against Me! Reinventing Axl Rose

Thanx, Against Me!.