tonight will not swing. tonight is for serious

hello all, my blog has been commented on in italian. i have made it. success will not go to my head like a glass of sparkling burgundy brew. no, i will not get that old feeling. nevertheless, she's funny that way to make a comment in a language i don't know. of course, fools rush in to make comments, when they should just take it nice and easy. perhaps when i am in the september of my years, i will sing a different september song.
i am trying to be syrias, but i don't have a clooney. yes, i know, i'm off the wallberg, like silberg. i saw silberg yesterday, when courtney love was such an easy game to play. we both went to protest hillary clinton. when we richard gott there, we saw a ralph bunche of ron paul for president signs. paul believes in free trade. you know what i believe? i believe that for every drop of rain that falls, a jennifer flowers grows by the hudson river. only an idle american could have the time to write stuff like this. also, i believe that someone in the great somewhere hears every word. unfortunately, it's the government. that joke was a sleeper, but i would have went bananas if i didn't tell it.
at this protest (by the way, i am antitest. fuck all tests and exams!) i saw a "redefeat communism" banner, being held by bruce. i wanted to jack him up, to cream him, to whip him, but like i always do, i smiled though my heart was aching. at that moment, i wish i had mark acres of land that i could get away to, but i have nowhere to run to get away from this heat wave. well, maybe i'll go visit my friend jimmy and get a big mac, although i'm not sure when jimmy is coming back from the war. jimmy, you see, thought that joining the army was about getting money for college and seeing different parts of the world, when it's really about becoming a good little fascist capable of destroying cultures he is barely aware of. well, if he returns, i will dance in the street because there has been no sunshine since he's been gone, and my happiness withers away. if i only had a bill, i could buy something, like a trip to francis with my friend connie and we could lean on each other and use up all our money because money is something to throw off the back of trains.
fuck money, property, capitalism, civilization, and are you smarter than a 5th grader. yes, i'm smarter than a 5th grader. no, i don't know the capital of wyoming, but i know that fascism doesn't need ovens, that free trade is costing people the days of their lives, that life is not a soap opera, that you can not own land, that dropping bombs on the descendents of the people who invented the wheel does not increase freedom, and that dropping bombs on anybody doesn't increase freedom (well, their are certain people in power in a certain north american country that this may not apply to, but who do we know that can fly a plane?)
yes, i know these things, but will it pay my rent? isaiah i need a new job. moses the same thing, but it's hard to walk away from what you know. man is a creature of habitat, and i prey that i will find a sense of direction. this is a psalm moment in my life right now. pray for me. lift your farewell to arms to the skies. i am earnest when i say this, and i am looking for a hemmingway out of this messopotamia. iraq my brains for a solution, but perhaps i am beating around the bush. by george, what will become of us. can't we do something else besides play with our johnsons? lb back later. peace.

l