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The pic looks like the "recovery" that Obama has been claiming is here...
It is good to be back home
Sir Willy- The nightmares you must have! I think the others on this thread can help you diffuse these. Please continue this public therapy! Dr. Greenberg.
Oddly, these characters rarely if ever surface in my sleep. My nightmares, when I have them are more Kafkaesque.
Sir Willy- thank you for your response. And thank you maestro, I have been enlightened.
The author Franz Kafka has the unique style with which he wrote his books (which in his dying wish asked for to be burned).
Basically Kafkaesque describes a nightmarish situation which most people can somehow relate to, although strongly surreal. With an ethereal, "evil", omnipotent power floating just beyond the senses.
@WB7
Is that old Yellen and Greenspan mixed?
Yes undeedy
I win something, right? lol ;-)
welcome back, WB!!...i was thinking about you earlier today -- and that's because i saw your post and clicked on it. as far as Art goes...well, it's like this white cat that's lickin my toes. i don't more-or-less mind the fact that this strange white cat is lickin my toes; but toes, at various intervals, could stand a lickin (and why not a white cat in service as such?), but the experience -- flattering though it may be -- tends to weary even the most enthusiastic of its enthusiasts. and so i brush him back occasionally. wouldn't you know it, the longer i make that cat await another toe-lickin session, the more eager he is to go about it. it seems that cats get a taste for toes; and once they do, they go absolutely mad for the flavor -- and the longer you make em' wait, the more lusty is their savor.
know what? i don't really feel like discussing current events, beating back race-bating, or fuckin with do-gooders...i feel like travel-loggin tonight...and, dad-gummit, i'm a-gonna do it.
okay, last y'all saw me, janus was in alabama...i spent right-at a week in the heart of dixie. but then i drove off.
at present, i'm overlookin lake murray, south carolina. perched on the back porch of the widow of a fallen Brother. it's a lovely point on the lake...bald eagles, ospreys (i think they're ospresys), owls, blue herons (all manner of bird o' prey). here and there, you'll hear a large mouth bass splash up and crash back against the warm waters as it gobbles up somethin worth its efforts. but the story of my gettin here and what all was involved is far more interesting.
but first, i'm gonna pause for a cigarette and spin a song in dedication of south carolina (my home-state for four very good years):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJKRA1ZIeiM
before i got to south carolina, i passed through georgia. beautiful state. speaking of beauty, i must say that, by and large, southerners are some of the more attractive of this nation's various region's peoples (whatever that may mean). even the white trash are lovely; at least, in the flower of their beauty. and so it was that i found young brittany, at a hotter's in newnan, ga. before i go on, i want to tell all you potential fathers that, if'n you'd like to have your daughters sport-fucked regularly by rouges such as janus, just name em 'brittany' or 'tiffany' or 'amber' or...well...you 'should' know what i'm saying...but, please, don't let me dissuade you, i truly do adore your daughters for several hours at a time. darlings, one and all...'brittanys', 'tiffanys', 'abmers' and the lot.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2e_tKsr2-4
okay, so, i didn't do a thing with brittany (even though, had i been stayin in newnan over-night, there would likely have been some carnality afoot). traveling on, i stopped next in monroe county, ga. at a waffle house. there were there parked two sheriff's deputy's cars in the lot, and nothing else (it was 2 am). in that i'd consumed some four beers at hooters, i wasn't sure if the distance seperating newnan and monroe county was sufficient to sober me up such that i could congregate with regular (especially badge-wearing) folk. but i reminded myself that, for janus, four beers is as nothing. really, i just cracked my tenth of the night right now, and i'll take all-commers in all-ways. but, in times like these, you don't want to fuck with breathalyzers. and so it goes...
anyway, my waitress at waffle house wasn't nearly as fuckable as the hooters lass. we live in a sensitive age, and so i won't list the reasons why i wouldn't even let this waitress lick my toes...but i tipped her generously, and as i keep reminding everyone -- i'm sorta awesome like that.
shortly thereafter, i'm crossing the savannah river -- into south carolina. now, understand, even though i'm crusin through at four a.m., my host knows very-much who i am...i don't (and never have) play by clocks or calenders -- i go with the flow, baby! and though i have many of the habits common among the lower-orders (drinkin, carousin, smokin, pot-smokin, whorin, general rambunctiousness...) i cannot abide their sustained presence. and so, as i approach this familiar address, i'm told that there's another house-guest and that my friend had a funeral to attend the next day. i thought the two were in some way attached.
so, mrs. sandy (my friend's widow) -- bless her soul -- waits with the porch light lit till janus rumbles in on the gravel driveway,, to the edge of this-here point on lake murray. janus, of course, apologizes profusely for his tardiness (i did, however, fail to mention my almost dalliance with brittany (goddam! what a lil hottie!!!)). we hug...hug some more. then we chat for a short bit (normal folk gotta at some point sleep), and she then shows me to my spot on the sofa.
so, i'm on the sofa cause this other guest (who i assume is in town for the funeral) is in the guest bedroom. i take it all in stride. besides, i have some good memories with this particular couch. this is a lake-house, bitchez! it was designed and decorated with mischief in mind. i have brought more girls to orgasm on that couch than many of you have beaten-off to on-line. the lake life is the shit, bitchez!
me and Mr. Charlie (that's my dead Brother) used to sit up late on this very porch, drink makers mark, smoke pot and discuss all variety of things that others wouldn't dare to bring up. we both hated prudes. we both despised nincompoops. we only and ever spoke of life, what makes it worth living, what mattered...i don't think Mr. Charlie and janus ever once discussed politics, religion or money...ever...once!!!
here's a dedication to you, Mr. Charlie (i'm smokin your camel filterless right now, in honor...love you & miss you, my friend)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDZs7cKGzDU
i wake the next morning (actually, early afternoon) expecting some p&q. not so, seems this other house guest is a regular feature who's wormed her way into the life of a recent widow -- expecting to get something, one can only assume.
so, this house-guest is now esteemed by janus a parasite. i don't quite know what to make of her, but i soon come to learn that she's a bi-polar, hypochondriac and consummate malingerer. it should be known that, by this time i'd had just about enough of the 70+ year-set (having visited my parents for a full week), and so i was growing suspicious of them all in every way.
well, no sooner had i melted into Mr. Charlie's favorite chair and let the ole noodle drift off into ease and peaceful contemplation of the beauteous surroundings, and this long-term guest is telling me she's having a heart attack.
my first instinct, when confronted with the news that someone is having a heart-attack, is predicated on one thing and one thing alone: should i give a shit? usually, the answer is no. i hear about heart-attacks and cancers every fuckin day...and, usually, i remind myself that i shouldn't give a shit...and so i don't. but in this case, the victim was/is the supposed 'friend' of my beloved Friend's widow.
what's a janus to do?
for a few hours i graciously remind her that it's normal for women of her age to seek pity and moan ceaselessly...and she responds by proving me right for those agonizingly few hours. it was awful. there is nothing worse in this world than an uncomely elder grabbing at her chest and telling you where her will is hidden. at a certain point, she insists she needs to go to the hospital. again, i don't know this withered old bitch. and, again, i don't really care. but, gentleman that i am, i drive her to the hospital.
everything gets worse from there. nevermind that the nearest hospital is forty fuckin miles, she has the most irritating taste in music there ever was, and she is useless and banal in the ways of conversation. and then i discover that my favorite lil burger joint in the greater batesburg/leesville metroplex is closed -- due to corporate competition, no less -- and everywhere i go there's nothing but hardees and mcdonalds overcrowded by what could be obama's sons. one of my best friend's mother is the mayor the next town over, and when i saw her the other day i told her it's a good thing i'm not...in that, my first order of business would be a mass-fumigation of parasites. that low-order heart-attacker being the first among its victims.
unfortunately, the heart-attack was a false alarm. i have nothing but regrets. in fact, i'm sorta disappointed with God over the whole thing...had janus been in charge, that spasm in the chest would've been the death she so well deserved. i don't know what purpose she serves in life, and as i swat away these mosquitoes, i can't quite reckon where they belong either.
but she remains...a survivor! (along with the mosquitoes) there she sits on the other sofa in the anteroom...wallows, i should say; a display of all that's wrong with the world. stupid, pill-stupified and lazy. maybe i should go dig out my taser and effect that heart-attack fo-real. maybe teach her a lesson for good.
fuck it...i suppose i should remain my well-mannered self and let that sow nap on the sofa with which i've stained the essence of some fine-assed honeys. it's a disgrace all the way around. Mr. Charlie would NEVER have tolerated this nonsense for one moment.
for the time being, i'm gonna take a late-night swim in lake murray, let that deaf, white cat lick my toes again and think on things more sublime:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3Y1EimiPVk
the moon is low tonight.../
i'm not sure all these people understand/
it's not like years ago/
the fear of getting caught/
the recklessness of water/
they cannot see me naked/
these things they go away/
replaced by everyday/
remembering at night/
september's coming soon/
pining for the moon/
what if there were two?,
janus
ROLL THE BONES I say.
And yes...you may play some Rush with that too.
Cover art indeed DV! Rush has given the world so many gold records that only The Beatles and Stones have more so that means lots of cover art. Roll The Bones is interesting as it shows a child casually kicking a skull along a wall of dice that are decaying near the bottom. The path he travels shows the rising waters...
The cover of Presto one could easily ascribe to The Fed, rabbits out of a hat that's high on the hill... too many rabbits!
And even my Mom had heard of Peter Max who designed the cover of the 1994 YES album Talk !
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsJ4O-nSveg
one of my all time favorites..
Glad you are back William. I was starting to worry about you!
I'm a voodoo chile... voodoo chile... ...Lord knows... ...I'm a voo-doo chile... (...strat cryin' ...B-3 grindin' ... uumm hmmm..)
image be... creepy as hell, man... that's the shit... don't stop...
(the creepy ones won't stop either ... so fuck 'em up ...reeel goood... ehhh, 7 ?...)
all the best wb...
...peace...
WB7: I was worried that you had abandoned ZeroHedge to work on more lucrative endeavors.
You are the star attraction of this site, no offense to Tyler and all other contributors.
Well done, Wild Bill,
even if it did scare me out of a year's growth;)
This is the stuff of nightmares, wb7. Awesome as always
Good to see you Will honey, we thought you got captured.
Great stuff as always WB! Congrats on the 100 million views. Now if only we could hear you play your guitar... ;-)
that disgusting. I'm offended. William you should be ashamed to be pushing such grotesque images on us ZH'rs. I need to go get a hug now.
You owe us all one of your eye candy asian pinup images to make up for this.
http://www.eyebleach.com
http://videosift.com/video/bob-dylan-maggie-s-farm-at-the-rolling-thunde...
dylan, maggie's f...ing farm ...
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZ4AfO1jX2o
TWO TRAINS/LOWELL GEORGE from SADDLE PEAK DEMOS
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzFZTBYE-kM
T-Bone Burnett River of Love
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6qcafgLHe4
Eric Burdon & War Spill The Wine "Original Record Release"
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so it goes mo ......
Lowell George...way to go blindman.
Dig this...Dixie Chicken...Live.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FekVR_SC5M
Best played LOUD
howwwwwww ...llllll.
ouch and tell it like
it is.
p
Just now, lemme ask ask you a question. Do you think that Cog and Mrs. Cog are a fraud?
Transcending anger is a process. The anger is expressed as protest rather than acceptance which leads to peace. Yet the contradictions within need reconcilliation first. That is the very fabric of the cognitive dissonance which needs to be removed as a cancer from within. The contradiction leads to confusion, frurstration and anger.
What is going on within you that would lead you to make that suggestion? You seem to transfer your own feelings upon others.
This is from the "serious" Tom rather than the "Fight Club" persona facade which I play upon you all...(Shhhh. Do not let that "secret" out.)
No Cog and Ms.Cog are not a fraud.
(Fight Club is a damned good movie. It goes very, very deep.)
Just to let you know, I was askin' blindman a question- not conferring opinion. Personally, I love the Cogs. I've transitioned (for the most part) from anger to resignation. I realize that most of my fellow travelers prefer the tranquility of servitude to the animating contest of freedom. (Sam Adams). I have no choice but to ride that train with them, since I was born on it. That, however will not deter me from causing a disturbance in their pretty little world whenever I decide to.
K?
.."Without a vision the people perish"..
I really enjoy mr. and mrs. Cog's perspective, in fact they are two of my favorite contributors.
I am at the age I should have gotten over the anger stage, but remain currently in the anger/resignation stage and have been for quite a while now.
It's important to have those who shine a light to those who wish to come to a peace through their own understanding, after all blessed are the peacemakers- I don't consider that statement to be one of a state of resignation at all but one of ultimate hope.
Wm. is a special artist, we are fortunate to have him with his unique gift piercing the veil of lies daily.
Yes, Wm is speciai in that he brings art to life. But I gotta say this, and it's gonna hurt- You're fucked. You think there's a guy named Jesus, who was the Son of God, and that you couldn't possibly surpass the works of Jesus.
Jesus was the son of God no more than you were. Do you have any idea how much responsibilty this places upon you?
Nah, I didn't think so.
Sorry my happiness bothers you, not much I can do about it tho is there?
I am not one iota troubled by your happiness. But: The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits. The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill-at-ease. Said by someone a long time ago who was smarter than me.
I want Jesus to be real, but the left side of my brain says he's mythical. There was probably a guy who died around 2000 years ago who was a truly humble and wise individual, who walked into the Temple and had the audacity to disrupt the money-changers' operation and was subsequently crucified. I can believe that. Happens all the time.
But the Miracles and the Resurrection- all of that stuff was embellished after the fact by the romanticists Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
The real story is in The Revelation. 'Cos I truly believe there is a Creator, and He told us how we would eventually make necessary our own destruction.
This life we live is merely an experiment. An experiment in giving mortal beings free will- and it's failing.
i do not think that. why, should one
think that for some reason?
and if that were the case would it change
the fact that we are all reaching for the
future and what comes after?
no.
Hell blindman, I dunno. Sometimes I intuit things about folks that cause me to ask questions out of the blue.
As far as the future and what comes next, well that's what music's for......and beer..... and Jim Beam. I read Orwell and Huxley before I was even a teenager. I hold no illusion of a kum-ba-ya future for America and its allies. It's built upon a lie, and the name of the lie is growth. Been there, done that, time for a new plan, I say.
People say you can't go backwards, but people, by and large, are pretty fkn stupid. Especially in groups. I don't think we have a choice. We must go backwards until we find how we got here in the first place, and vow to never do that again.
I'm sure you've seen this: https://www.google.com/search?q=georgia+guidestones+pictures&espv=2&tbm=...
Many are appalled by it, but it's gonna turn out correct, imho. Good times, good times!
the numbers are incorrect, the sentiment is
writ in stone. it is the sentiment that i
live for; not the one writ in stone but in
the heart.
You know I used to think that you were crazy, right? The guidestones seem like a mission statement, to me. The fact that it is 'signed' by A. Christian speaks volumes to me.
The goal(s) of the major religions seems to be assimilation, or extermination of alternate belief systems. Stupid is as stupid does. Same principle applies to Nations, btw.
Anyway, it's Friday. Let's get fried- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZ8k6fVe25k
Kenny Rogers and The First Edition, Just Dropped In.
i may be a little crazy but it is all an act
performed by a fool to inspire his fellows
to think and speak out against the bullshit,
to resist going quietly into the zombie night.
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that was a nice kenny rogers link. great song and
there are other good versions as you know.
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check out this link and the comment section if you
have the interest and time, speaking of ground zero
crazy.
‘Are you a fucking leftist?’ –Israeli fascists target anti-occupation activists in Tel Aviv
Bekah Wolf on July 18, 2014
http://mondoweiss.net/2014/07/fascists-occupation-activists.html
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i put on the t.v.(mind control war box) this morning
and it is all crazy. the entire
world is populated by crazy people and organized along the
lines of the whims of their madness, why should i be different,
how could i be any different?
.
have you seen any of the coverage of flight 17 on cnn, now that
is crazy.
.
yesterday my son sent me a link to a story concerning a discovered
severed head on the street not more than a few miles from
my residence. i woke up yesterday and there were 20 cop cars
in front of the elementary school down the block. crazy
,
i'm just thankful that there are still a few people left who
know how to do something essential and do it well, where ever
that comes from, it is a good thing. i just hope they
don't give up in all the madness or have their skills and talents
stripped from culture do to some "greater" designs of lesser people
in higher places.
see, i'm still crazy.
You better believe it!
Damn, brother! I use an audio streaming service at my shop that's named after a girl who allegedly had some sort of box that was better left unopened and two of those songs came up today: Two Trains and Spill The Wine.
Now, let's move closer to country-https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF... Dead Man, from Cross Canadian Ragweed.
EDIT: Mr. Zimmerman would be a suspected "terrist" if he went out in public lookin' like that today. Maybe that's what he was. Maybe that's what he is. If so, aren't we? The answer is yes.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SnveVZsPTA
Aaaaand, there'll be hell to pay...
From JB and The Moonshine band- https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=hell+to+pay+jb+and+the+moon...
appearing as the universal towel head.
No, brother, and you should know what i mean. To the average American, Bob Z. would appear as a threat, because the average American is a fkn retard beyond which I ever imagined possible. I should have killed every asshole I ever met, in retrospect. Just sayin'.
check this out one more time.
T-Bone Burnett: No Love At All
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcojIVJjoAg
It's interesting that you would ask me to revisit that one. My lil' biz is heavily involved in re-manufacturing refrigeration equipment. Since I'm in North America, this when I'm buried in work. I have no time, and you know what? There is no satisfactory audio or video that I can find that documents Steve's and Eric's stuff. It's okay. I remember.
repost/link again.
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Steve Winwood // Traffic - John Barleycorn (Must Die)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8878chOvfI
Steve Winwood Blind Faith - Can't Find My Way Home
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYYsMW8lnew
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Dead Man - "Do you know my poetry" Scene
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rjtx8rQ4jxw
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Dead man - Nobody
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvrrNbi1_9M
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pT3jnu1yJO0
Blind Faith's "Can't Find My Way Home" is good, but I prefer Cream's "White Room." It's much richer and has more dimensions to it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VR90gQ-SIaY
...cream?... ....fuckin' hippies...
/sarc off
...peace...
Beware of Mr. Baker ... http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/beware_of_mr_baker/
Well worth a look ... even if you haven't got ... the "TIME" !
which TIME?... night or day?...
missed u!
He's baaack