Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Totem Hole

Totem Hole
Does everyone like my diet humour, by the way? How about that last line about mucus in the tear ducts? Funny? Original? I think so. Well, I'm just being the same person who grew up alongside eight thousand others in his home town and then played his songs in a city of 2.5 million before he made the mistake of moving to Vancouver in 1995. I'm just being the one person who wrote my thousand and fifty comedy scripts, two hundred poems, and two hundred songs; the one person you've been misled to believe is a hundred different assholes on your lying TV screen. So that woman from the billboard steered clear of my diet humour, did she? Why did she do that? Why didn't she add it to her bullshit stand-up routine so she could be more of a hero to all the show business gangsters? Is she afraid to make jokes about her diet? How fortunate for me. It means I can keep at least a scrap of my original humour out of her greedy fingers.

I think it's fair for me to flip out and curse and swear now because it is humanly impossible to handle the stress of continuous assaults on my work and my character any other way. In making you love people who steal my blogs and my music, they make you hate me, and I'm past the point of wanting to win you over after twenty years of this criminal shit. Why do we have men of low character in high places in this stupid world? Are we sure we love our children, bringing them into the clutches of the crime bosses here? Do you really want your child to idolize some prick who plagiarizes and lies and goes to jail or prison? Do you want them to end up like their idols, with writing all over their private parts and memories of punishment so severe they can't acknowledge it in their waking state? Who cares how much the TV lies for them, they'll know they went to prison and they'll know they were punished there. Would you find it acceptable for your child to go to jail for stealing my music or comedy as long as the media hides it from the public?

I'm currently reading Thomas Mann's A Man and His Dog. Very good writing. I got through Death in Venice yesterday. Interesting. He wasn't bent, was he? Sheesh, I wonder after reading that.

Below I've thinned out my music links a little, in order to show you the hours of my own original good music that help me to keep my brain free of evil manipulations by offering me a selection of songs I can trust. You can trust them too. And you might also notice that a lot of them are already somewhat higher in quality than what the radio wants to play in their place, now that the fraud bands are not allowed to have them anymore.

All My Money
Arise
Assault
Bad News
Beguiled
Bird of Prey
Bonkers
Brown Lullaby
Business
Busybody
Canopy
Chair
Cheer
Class
Close Rendezvous
Control
Conviction
Crybaby
Currents
Denial
Disenchanted
Easy
Ectomorph
Energy
Epitomes
Everything
Fantasies
Faraway Places
Fishface
Flimsy
Flounder
Fool
Fool's Paradise
Foothead
Forgotten
Fortune
Free
Frenetic
Friend in Need
Goddess
Godspeed
Gr. Moose
Gran
Grumble
Hairball
Harmony
Headlong
Heartstrings
Heretic
Hot
Hunted
I'll Wait for Your Love
Impressions
Insidious
It's Not You
Juice
Justice
Leg It Up
Lifeless
Linger
Loose
Lucky Lech
Magic
Mayhem
Meat Hooks
Mischief
Mixed Feelings
More Sold Out
Morning Shorelines
Nonchalant
Nonplussed
Nothing but Ashes
Oblivious
Ooga Balooga
Orbit
Orcastra
Out from Under
Outside
Passion
Penitence
Prone
Puzzles
Ram
Ransom
Redemption
Redundant
Respect
Rugged
Rules
Rusty
Sad Anger
Sanctuary
Satellite Sam
Selfish
Shambles
Simper
Size
Slings and Arrows
Soliloquay
Space 2009
Special
Spellbound
Spoils
Stagger
Stultified
Survival
Telepathy
Temperance
Tenseness
Therapy
Tinsel Heaven
Together
Topsy-turvy
Tycoon
Ugly
Unabused
Underachiever
Uneven
Untoward
Vanquished
Virtue
Wallet
Wayfarer, the
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