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Age: 60
Sign: Scorpio

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November 5, 2009 - Thursday

Gay Victories In South Add To Big Republican Surge

Gay Victories In South Add To Big Republican Surge
Los Angeles (ANS) Nov. 5 2009
By angryhippy

Victories by gay candidates in St. Petersberg and Atlanta, points to an electorate that is saying we've had enough Mr. Obama, and voting in droves for gay candidates. Republican party funding and Tea Party support added to the gay candidates large margins of victory.

Harly Noticed, a Republican Party spokesperson said after the elections "This was all part of our larger plan to screw America any way we can. But now the Democrats are saying they want to work with these faggoos even if they are queer as last Tuesday. Who would have thought that was going to happen? Maybe we should run some commies for office next time. Ya commies. I gotta go make some calls. Who were you with again? The angryhippy News Service? Well as long as you're pissed about something you must be somehow sorta OK."

Democrats vowed to try to work with all the victors in an effort to make this out as not a big deal. But losing two traditionally republican seats in governor races to Republicans is a blinking neon sign screaming America has had it up to here with the Democrats.

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November 5, 2009 - Thursday

Forbidden Law

Symmetry of love
Out of balance
Avoids the tipping point
With old fashioned sin
Fame Plunges into self ruin
With admission of best keep hidden guilt

Just another day for me
As I watch the once so mighty fall
But your song so gay and sweet
Causes me to want to embrace your desire
Even though the occasion of your smile
Lays broken and discarded in my life's field

As sun rays glisten off
Shaved headed collaborators
Simmering in loves crow meat
Barely seen caution flies by
A victim of grief
On tomorrows wind

Heaven burns with the shame
Of 1000 priestly confessions
As 1000 corporate Satan's
Chortle and chuckle with ill gotten glee
While the heads of 1000 good men
Explode from the sepsis of tax deductible false truths

We sell bleacher seats to L.A.'s next big one
On vacation touring vacant business parks
Parking meters beg pick me! Pick me!
Lined up in erect solitary attention
The pendulum of life tick tocks
To illegal songs of forbidden law.

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October 12, 2009 - Monday

Siamese Love

Your Siamese love you say is quite nice
As long as we use your secret device
I got tools of my own you're welcome to rent
At very good terms and a reasonable price

The police they say they've got your back
If courage is what you think you might lack
I got back plate armor I'm willing to rent
Keep you from ending up in their old body sack

I love your cars look is that something new
To make you think bad fumes it won't spew
I got French faux gas masks I'm ready to rent
And a chemical suit you can wear to the zoo

I caught your last broadcast but forgot the words
Especially the last part about living in herds
I got a high tech megaphone if you want it to rent
I think you got something that appeals to the nerds

Well your hands on your hips gave me quite a fright
I was afraid you were pissed and wanted to fight
I got some brass knuckles I'll offer for rent
If you'll act a bit sweeter when you come back tonight

You said that ruckus in the alley wasn't your fault
It was just the boys dragging off the gold vault
I got some chains they might want to rent
While you're sippin' on that warm chocolate malt

You say you never see me but babe that's a lie
I know about the pin hole you use when you spy
I got a pair of special glasses I'm likely to rent
To keep you from getting poked in your spare glass eye

You need some cash you say cause the dogs got the mange
Singing Rollin' n' Tumblin' you begged some spare change
I got some holey torn clothes I've been known to rent
They'll make you look poorer singing Home On The Range

Now I heard you want something to remember me by
For accepting your Siamese love on the sly
I got this here poem I'm willing to rent
But I doubt it will last too long after I die.

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September 30, 2009 - Wednesday

Anyone read the Mafia Toxic Waste ship thing?

How in the fuck can a story like this just disappear in a few days? The Italians got hold of some Mafia informant dude. He told them that the Mafia has been buying old boats and filling them up with toxic and possibly radioactive waste from European and Italian pharmaceutical / chemical companies. Then he said they would sail out to sea, kill the crew and sink the boat. He told them he personally knew the location of 2 wrecks but believed they had sunk about THIRTY!

The Italian navy went to the first site and launched an unmanned submersible that found a wreck with yellow barrels (marked with toxic waste stickers)...and skeletons. He told them the Mafia got between $2 and $20million depending on the size of the ship and the cargo.

Today, nothing in the papers. And people are worried about health care. Shit!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/8275320.stm

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September 12, 2009 - Saturday

Get That Man A 2 Cent Cigar!

Leonard Cohen is on TV
Singing in his monotone voice
U2 is the band with Bono doing backup vocals
The fan is moving back and forth
Across a forlorn beam of sun light
That disappears into another room
Leaving only dust particles in it's path

Dolly Lhama is sitting in the jacaranda tree
Lifting her dress to display her gifts
To each passer by
The crunch of metal and screams of pain
Echoes in the porch doorway where I sit
Sirens in the distance move ever closer
As nosy neighbors peek outside from behind iron curtains

Yawning I put my hand on her button
Ready to launch the big one
And sweep away all this supercilious crap
That seems to fill every day
That seems to be somehow shaped
That seems to be
That seems to be
That seems to be molded like the day before

I sip my tap water
From an old stained plastic cup
As visions of Cuban cigars parade
Across my nicotine starved mind
Standing in a line with Carmen Miranda hats
They do some Ecuadorian can can crap

I rise up off the porch and survey my surroundings
Wondering aloud where my proof reader has gone
I swab the deck with rubbing alcohol
And load the 16 incher with today's nicotine patch
The captain yells fire at Will
Who's been here before and just took off running
Like a grade schooler who just caught sight
Of that flu shot syringe filled with mustard and everlasting pain

Giggling I put my hand on her patch
And ready the lunch bag brigade
To pack it with peanut butter and jelly
That seems to feed me every day
That seems to be shaped like the blessed triangle
That seems to be
That seems to be
That seems to be a Cayce recollection on a Bermuda road

My plastic cup is empty now
And the police have taken Dolly away
To that iron ashram that rotates in the sky
And pokes out many a good mans eye
They chained her to a bench
And placed a fruit basket on her head
That soon melted into a sticky puddle
Warning them of places they should not muddle

So they photoed her button for future study
And sampled her sweet melon patch
Then dumped her on to skid row
With a Cuban cigar and no match

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September 10, 2009 - Thursday

angry Looks At The Republican Health Care Plan

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September 2, 2009 - Wednesday

Point 5's Release

I just reached a point where I've reached the point I need to point out to you
Can you see it through the smoke and haze?
Can you taste it's subtle aroma?
It's that place where life tastes good again
Though not as sweet as youth flavor

I just arrived at a place where my arrival makes this place the place
Can you feel it through the fog?
Can you run your hand across it's smooth?
And gently probe along it's edge
It rubs against gentle carelessness

I just jumped over a jump that was jumping to confusions
Not really here nor able to hear
The sound of footsteps landing
After flying through my hoops and dreams
Sorted in chronological ardor

I just wrote that I just wrote what I wrote about in secret dreams
Flowing from past memory reassembled
New place old dream different characters
Always ending in that place I pointed to
When once again I reach that point.

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August 3, 2009 - Monday

Expectation

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Bigger than the known universe

The stigmata of frozen tears

Pounded into the hands

Of forsaken cerebellum

Hardened to the realization

Of enduring sorrow

Perpetuates the calamity

Of lost love

Coiled ready to strike

It's venom glistens

Off fanged memory

Ready to eat away

The sanctity

Of soft caressed flesh

And moist lips

Blinded in youths innocence

To the expectation

Of the eternity of love

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July 20, 2009 - Monday

A Cute Nurse

The masked man sat motionless
Overpowered by the color of love
That oozed red from his broken heart
Falling until a little stream formed
That ventured forth from between his spread legs

The super woman stumbled forward
Dazed from the assault of love
And escape from chattledom
She bounced off the formless dam walls
That held back her minds reservoir of sorrow

The baby giggled and gurgled
Happiness drooling from his lip
No fear or worry to drown him under life's weight
Bouncing happily on that familiar knee
As he gazed deep into his mothers loving eyes

The old man giggled and gurgled
Happiness drooling from his lip
Fear and worry long forgotten
His mind paused to wonder who he was
As he gazed lovingly into his nurses eyes

Some of us make it some of us don't
Some of us never see it coming
The meaning of all this foolishness
Misunderstood until it's too late
To make much difference in the course of life's river

Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get a cute nurse...
With a row boat.

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June 27, 2009 - Saturday

No One's Listening

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Stubbornness is next to godliness
As morning prayers
Like evening ones spoken before
Falls on deaf or non-existent ears
And pain continues it’s early morning ritual
Of Black coffee and too many Vicadins
After rousting me
From sleeps kind release once again
I put pen to paper
To write of life’s sweet mysteries
Soured by this burden
Hanged round my neck
By some drunken bitch
On a martini for lunch bunch binge
Behind the wheel of my new destiny
Crafted in a moment of flying glass
Broken bones and bent metal
The fuckin’ whore
I’d wish her to hell
If I thought someone was listening

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June 27, 2009 - Saturday

Not Quite Here Not Quite There

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Damp dream understandings
Purloined by boom box riders
Protected by carbon admissions
And night time obscurity
Float in the minds ether
Tauntingly asking
To be caught once more
They dangle
Just beyond the minds reach
Knowing the act of re-acquiring
Results in their demise
And retreat
To distorted Caligari cabinets
Emerging once more on arising
For fleeting teases
Not quite here
Not quite there.

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June 14, 2009 - Sunday

Ideals And Truths

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A splendid oxidation
Like cancerous boils
Rising up from rusted car roofs
Their faux ceilings push up
Canopy's to cover the darkness
And stagnation below
Touching the surface
No escape to be found here
Just a mental rot
Shape shifting as lines flow
Downward from dampened brow
Suffocating in the sweetness
Of your maple syrup lies
Hijacking my love
Without need nor want of ransom
The play is pure folly
Exacerbated by the formlessness
Of your ideals and truths
That mock others for what you do
Blending in the juiciness
Of deceit and hints of sepsis
Oozing outward from your minds crypt

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June 7, 2009 - Sunday

Trout Fishing For Love

Love is like Trout fishing. You catch a nice looking rainbow and bring it to shore and grab it. Now if you hold on to it too tightly, it just squirts out of your hand and falls back into the stream. If you don't hold on tight enough, it wiggles free and jumps back into the stream. Love's like that. You got to hold on just right.

I'm fishing for a love

With my heart for bait

I gotta get up early

And I'm coming home late

Gotta find a clear stream

Running fast and strong

Looking at the far bank

Where the shadow cast is long

“Hey beautiful creature

Damn you sure are fine

I feel you biting on my heart

And your tugging on my line.

Step into my net

And we'll start cooking”

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June 6, 2009 - Saturday

The Tortured Mind Of Senate Republicans

I just read this:
"On Thursday, Sen. Kit Bond, R-Mo., the top Republican on the Senate Intelligence Committee, said Mudd's ties to the program would be investigated."

Mudd? Yes Mudd, President Obama's pick for undersecretary of intelligence and analysis. Apparently while Mudd was a senior agent at the CIA he was involved in terrorist interrogations. He said today "I know that this position will require the full cooperation with Congress and I believe that if I continue to move forward I will become a distraction to the president and his vital agenda."

I have no problem with anyone involved in the questionable interrogations tactics during bush's reign, getting shafted. I just have one thing to say, that really brought me to this story. Why are these scum bag republicans so quick to speak up when the person involved is an Obama pick. Where are these Republicans when the rest of America wants investigations into Cheney, Bush, Rice, and all the other sickos who started this crap or contorted the meanings of the constitution and laws to justify this shit?

And yes I know. I'm sure America has done a lot worse than waterboarding or at least making torture accessable by using secret CIA prisons in foreign lands. I'm not an idiot. But I must say the ineptitude with which the bushys ran this country is criminal. And cheney, FUCK YOU! We are worse off because of it. And your dream of a presidency with absolute power and abolishment of checks and balances you've worked hard for since your days with the nixon gang should die and follow you to the shallow grave in a pig stye, along with the disgrace you and your boss so richly/poorly deserve.

Disclaimer: These are angry's opinions. If you don't like them talk shit in your own blog. angry and I are both becoming a little discusted with this ballless little shit in the white house. Hey Barak, when are you going to stop trying to kiss EVERYBODY'S ASS, and start taking care of the agenda you promised us? You worthless fuktard. That last part was my opinion but I know angry is starting to feel the same way. Jesus dude. Don't give all these right wing assholes the chance to say I told you so, whether they did or didn't.
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Currently listening:
The Torture Papers
By Jedi Mind Tricks
Release date: 2006-03-21

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June 5, 2009 - Friday

I Can't Afford Hepatitis C Awareness.

so last week there was a free concert thing in Long Beach to raise awareness of Hepatitis C (HCV). I saw it posted here on a bulletin, along with another one this weekend in Santa Monica. I thought I'd go but I couldn't find a dollar for bus fare, so I skipped it.

But I was OK with that even though I was a bit disappointed, because tomorrow was going to be the other event to raise awareness for HCV. It's the Los Angeles Acoustic Music Festival or some such name. so I go online and look it up to see the hours and stuff.

Well this one turned out not to be free. In fact they want $120 fucking dollars to get in. Jumping Jesus on a Pogo Stick! Who the hell are they trying to make aware? Uber rich snobs who live in Pacific Palisades? Shit! They can keep their damn music and their awareness. Most people are "aware" that there is a HCV problem. It would be nice to make people aware that people with HCV don't need to be treated like they have AIDS AND Tuberculosis, and can't be kissed or hugged or even touched for that matter. Oh crap. I guess the five people who show up who can afford it will get aware...I hope?

I'm grumpy as hell this morning. I just felt like rambling on about something. It ended up being this concert. David Lindley was playing too. He was in a 60's band called Kaleidoscope (US) and played with Jackson Brown on all his early albums. I really like his music. I think I'll go online and find some to listen to. I know I won't have to pay $120 for it. Maybe I'll take the $1 I saved for bus fare and buy a 1/2 a cigar.

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Currently listening:
Win This Record
By David Lindley and El Rayo-X
Release date: 1990-10-25

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