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Apr 2019 ConnectHook

july hearne

butcher jobs
& butchered bodies
app economies
out of scale

just last week
a fig tree fell
in los angeles

maybe one day there'll be a permanent outage
& the real disruption will come

your turn to be nothing
your turn to be no one
in a busy Caracas steakhouse
in a blackout or under a stolen sun
a stolen sun stolen from the poor

hard times hitting hardest in the hurt
all alone in lonely dirt
no bright morning stars for belle

just last week
a fig tree fell
in los angeles

might be nice to know
what al green means when he sings
give it everything
before it becomes time to go
dead luke perry staying dead
& an end of the world that keeps on coming

Al Green - Give It Everything Lyrics

Love, what about the things you want?
What about the things you need
Versus the things you don't have?
You should have all of this world's desires
All of this world's entire bounty and beautiful love

The stars and the moon and the birds soar real soon
You should have all the things that you need
Give it everything, all the world to bring
If you believe in something, you go to give it everything

Love, there's no time to waste
There's no life to take
Believers don't have to make haste
Oh no, but, â€½I love youâ€
Are more than just some sweet words

â€½I love youâ€, are the sweetest words I ever heard
One thing about I can't explain
That you are the world to me
When you're sure you love me
Show you love tenderly

The stars and the moon and the birds soar real soon
You should have all the things that you need
Give it everything, all the world to bring
If you believe in something, you go to give it everything

Why should settle for second best
When you haven't tasted all the rest
Listen to me, listen to my request
You should have all the things you want, the things you need
All of the things your mind can conceive

The stars and the moon and the birds soar real soon
You should have all the things that you need
Give it everything, all the world to bring
If you believe in something, you go to give it everything

Apr 2019 ConnectHook

"Here But I'm Gone"

Apr 2019 ConnectHook

july hearne

"Here But I'm Gone"

filth compiles
with the lights on
all these letdown sunday nights

what's in this dust now
a forgotten name
that ruined my life

there was just no other door
to walk through at the time

i stayed and stayed
called your name
forgot i was a woman too
when my savior came
to save me, i didn't go with him
he wasn't you

i stayed and stayed
called your name

until i was nothing
until i was no one

he was my stolen sun,
a stolen sun , a savior came
to save me, i didn't go with him
he wasn't you, no he wasn't you
forgot i was a woman too

until i was nothing
until i was no one.

I Wouldnt Treat A Dog (The Way You Treated Me)

a stolen sun, a stolen sun
stolen from the poor
there was just no other door
to walk through at the time

#bobby #bland

Apr 2019 ConnectHook

Repudiate Deindividuation for Bipeds

Apr 2019 ConnectHook

Lawrence Hall

Repudiate Deindividuation for Bipeds

One should never regret coming away
From any crowd, and certainly not now:
Their loving voices are raised in chants of hate
And their funny hats aren’t funny at all

Their ultimate freedom is the freedom to
Obey with love the loudest loving leader
Who twists their supplicant hands to fists of love
For beating harmony into us all

One will never regret coming away
From any crowd, and certainly not today

Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.

#mobs #populism

Apr 2019 ConnectHook

Mermaids and Bad Bouys

Apr 2019 ConnectHook

Rich Hues

Mermaids and Bad Bouys

She wasn't like Ariel
Didn't want to end up having legs,
Wasn't interested in babies
Prefered the idea of laying eggs.

So she swam the Sargasso sea
Where the water's warm and dark,
And had a romantic fling
With a hammer-headed shark.

He was tough his skin was rough
He never meant her any harm
But in his throes of passion
He bit off her left arm.

The relationship was short
Ending in painful failure,
He had post ****** depression
And was harpooned by a whaler.

She bought a fishtank for their young
And got a job on land,
Pulling off one-legged sailors
With her one remaining hand.

The End.

This is a morality tale for our time and I shall delete the poem as soon as i have sobered up.