29 Dec 2007, 11:21 am / Instant Karma
So here it is again.....the end...my only friend.....NO dummy just of 2007...so we look back over our shoulder like a punk having sex in prison. What worked? What didn't work? What felt good and what hurt like a freight train mistaking your ass for a tunnel.....well there was both and alot of both. So was it a win or a loss? If there is ever anything new that happens...ANyTHING good...it's a win cuz there will always be bad shit happening. ITS NOT ALL SUNSHINE AND LOLLIPOPS...and rainbows...etc.. although sometimes it is. I'm swinging both ways todays..like a barroom door in the old west on a friday night after the cattle are sleepin...sorry.....a sleepin. SO this is why the end of the year is a good thing. Even though it really amkes no difference WE get empowered enough to say...I CAN MAKE CHANGES. And for the good humanity I hope you do. There is always great tragedy and great loss of some kind. Always a reason to quit, to give up the ghost (what the hell does that mean??), consider yourself a failure at some point and Einstein at some other point so.....keep on chooglin until you get to be Einstien...and not just to yourself. A huge ego smells of rotted camel entrails and old tennis shoes. Confidence and giving smell like a pine forest in the cool of spring with waterfalls and pumas lurking in the cravasses ( reference The Smothers Brothers). SO what will we keep doing and what will we chop off like a gangrenous limb? Or better yet..cut out the bruise on my banana...better? I feel trying to shove me up the ass of Omaha has created a laborious work with little consequence. I am looking for a manager, booking agent that can get me to colleges and more of a concert feel. I am working on my new CD by writing a recording on an old stolen 4 track casstte recorder that I recently blew out with lemon scented air so it doesn't make those..snap crackel pop sounds that make me want to launch the whole thing into the universe. I hope I get to play Chicago again and become a regional sensation that has cassette tapes that smell of lemons. I must go and take my preacher friends child to the museum and on to the airport...and dear reader.....put some close on this emperor....you should try blogging naked....it frees the...well the clothes are in the dryer and no one is around....it's not llike I'm running up and down the street.....yet Cut out the bruise on your banana and you still have a tastey treat. Enjoy your tasty treat and toss out the black oozing parts of your existance and then your life will be a tastsy treat!!! Enjoy
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