Go Trump Yourself

Trump will not win the presidency, but if he does, I will move to Alberta, Canada and work in the cannabis industry up there. I already have a fake Canadian passport under the name Jose Guerrero. And he's only 42. Yeah baby!

Feel the Bern! I hope Bernie can make a comeback, but I doubt it's possible. I'll vote for Hillary, but she's as corrupt as hell. Bill was too, but was a good president. But no more Bushes. No more Clintons. Enough is enough. 

The Republican debate last night was a real shit storm. Trump is a hate monger. Cruz is an ass wipe. Rubio and that other douche are already toast and are too stupid to realize. 

I heard that if you drop out, you get to keep all of your donations.

Guess who's going to run in 2020? Jose Guerrero for President!

Scorched Earth Policy

With the guards of Magog, swarming around,
The Pied Piper takes his children underground.
Dragons coming out of the sea,
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.
He brings down the fire from the skies,
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes.
Better not compromise.
It won't be easy.

666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.
-GENESIS

There comes a time when you no longer take prisoners, and that time is now. No more bullshit. 

Somebody said "fair warning"Lord, strike that poor boy down-VAN HALEN

The Extended Stay America where I've been staying is a shit show. Let's call this The Western Asshole Tour because I've had to rip several people a new one.

When I die, the only thing I want on my headstone is;

                   He did not suffer morons lightly.

In WWII, the Russians followed a scorched earth policy as they retreated. They burnt everything they could not carry. Once they defeated the Nazis at Stalingrad, they hunted them like dogs as they retreated. They had no resources. They died like beggars. 

The Internet was down for 24 hours here at the hotel. I was promised a price of $315 for the week, but they couldn't take my credit card. Today they tried to charge me $550! 

I released the kraken. In the end, I paid $315.

Don't fuck with me. I'm 25% demon (Dad's side.) I hate when people awaken that in me. My father's family was evil. I have damning evidence that they were cannibals, especially his mother.


Deep breaths. Okay, Martini time!

The Kraken has Awoken

Here we stand or here we fall
History won't care at all
Make the bed, light the light
Lady Mercy won't be home tonight.

You don't waste no time at all
Don't hear the bell but you answer the call
It comes to you as to us all
We're just waiting for the hammer to fall

-Queen

The kraken has awoken. The moving company, which has my stuff in storage, tried to overcharge me by $700! I ripped them a new asshole and only paid what I owed. By the way, they are Best Rate Movers in Brooklyn, and once they have your stuff, they only let you talk to people who can't speak English. I speak English and Spanish and these ass wipes can't understand either one.

I think I found a place to live and I am applying tonight. Work is fine.

"Release the Kraken!"

Come Up Screaming

So take that look out of here, it doesn't fit you
Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded
Pull up your head off the floor, come up screaming
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted

-Big Country

Time goes by. Things are progressing. I found a flat, now I just need a roommate. Work is fine. The weather has been crazily warm. 

Come up screaming!

Rain

These mist-covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms
-Dire Straits

It rained today, for the first time since December. We've had snow, but it's generally been dry as hell. I looked at a flat today, but it was too small. Work was good. I met a guy who said, after my friend Kerry played ELP's Trilogy, my favorite band is King Crimson. He started mentioning albums and I was like, "Have it. Have it. Have it."

"Wow, I've never met anyone who was as into King Crimson as I am."

"My cat's name was Fripp." 

He smiled at me and said, "That's very cool."

I told him I'd burn some prog rock stuff onto a USB. Likewise, he said he would burn some post rock stuff for me.

The Week is Over

Weeks at this company start on Monday, like Europe. I worked 7 hours. My next day off will be Saturday.

Well, that was a shitty post.

A Voice from the Past

Hejira - Joni Mitchell

I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
That shell shocked love away

There's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today

In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I'm returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed

I see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girl

You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or stick to some straighter line

Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock
They're either going to thaw out or freeze
Listen...strains of Benny Goodman
Coming through' the snow and the pinewood trees

I'm porous with travel fever
But you know I'm so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones

I know, no one's going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone

Well I looked at the granite markers
Those tribute to finality, to eternity
And then I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality

In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There's the hope and the hopelessness
I've witnessed thirty years

We're only particles of change I know, I know

Orbiting around the sun
But how can I have that point of view
When I'm always bound and tied to someone

White flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
From the window of a hotel room

I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way

To listen to her sing it live in 1980, forward to the 42 minute mark: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1XFbhSMxIM

Anyone who knows me understands that I love music, lyrics and the written word, and seeing new places. In 1990, I went to Jamaica to build houses. I was able to take about 30 cassettes (twas a different era, younglings) with me. One of them was Joni Mitchell's, Shadows and Light. It features an all-star lineup with Pat Metheny on lead guitar and Jaco Pastorius on bass. 

These lyrics have always spoken to me. Years ago, when was I truly on my own for the first time, the lyrics helped me to sort through a wide range of emotions. I was meeting new people in a different culture. I was in the developing world. I was a world away from friends and family, as well as the woman I loved. 

It spoke to me when I was in NOVA, working in DC. It spoke to me during the Spanish Exile, and now in Denver.

Music really is an amazing thing. And Joni's lyrics are some of the best.

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I have been remembering David Bowie the past six weeks. Will we ever see the likes of him again? I truly doubt it. He was so original. He was brilliant. Imagine that night in '72 when Bowie first introduced his Ziggy Stardust persona on the BBC's Top of the Pops. People were baffled. Brilliant!

Bowie: Starman 1972