“He sees things from under glass”
“I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city’s backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
Living the dangerous life, my psyche is always right at home within my own skin whilst dancing in synchronicity with the turmoil in the throws of the Punk-Rock pit.
Chip Van Hassel
“…I would have liked to love you,
but I was just a kid…”
“Goodbye Norma Jeane
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name
“Life is not eternal,
It’s sane and then a freak show,
It’s all we have until it’s all gone (all gone)
A split second can last forever,
No fortune can make it better,
One heartbeat just until the last one (last one)
“I am you, and
The Beatles
You are me, and
We All Come Together”
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“From the morning, past the evening To the end of the light”
There’s dancing behind movie scenes
Behind the movie scenes, Sadi Rani
She’s the one that keeps the dream alive
“We’re far from the shallow, now.”
Kid’s Got some nutty licks!
“Harold, he’s a friendly guy; he rambles on-and-on; he’ll talk the balls off a rhino-saurus!”.
Now can you hear the call in our rambling land?
Susurrations that can expand
Beyond all hope of light
And plunge us into unrelenting night
A pall, a truth and reason
It feels like hunting season
So avoid those lines of sight
“Don’t know what I’m gonna do ’bout this feeling inside”
“I gotta go home and wash my balls.”
Keith Ruthe
“…Fear is not the end of this.”
“…Texas is the reason…”
“The enemy is no longer foreign and far away, but up close and domestic.”
John Fitzgerald Kennedy
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“Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to loose.”
Jannis Joplin
“Yeah, can you hear the call in our rambling land susurrations
That can expand beyond all hope of light and plunge us into unrelenting night?A pall on truth and reason
It feels like hunting season
So avoid those lines of sight and we’ll set this rightWelcome to the new Dark Ages
Yeah, I hope you’re living right
These are the new Dark Ages
And the world might end tonightNow come ye children one and all – let’s heed Ezekiel’s call
And bide until the word is good and ripe and get plucked clean out of sightThe world will be erased
Our kin will be immaculate ejaculate in space before the King of King’s love
He’ll snatch us from above
Brothers, help me sing itWelcome to the new Dark Ages
Yeah, I hope you’re living right
These are the new Dark Ages
And the world might end tonightSo, how do you sleep?
There’s nothing to keep
This is deepBecause we’re animals with golden rules
Who, who can’t be moved by rational views, yeahWelcome to the new Dark Ages
I hope you’re living right
Welcome to the new Dark Ages
Say it again, yeah
These are the new Dark Ages
I hope you’re living right
Welcome to the new Dark Ages
And the world might end tonight”
Check out this acoustic set!
” That’s great, it starts with an earthquake
Birds and snakes, and aeroplanes
And Lenny Bruce is not afraid
“…Richie reached behind his bedpost to pull his bong out and noticed that a sock had been stuffed in the mouthpiece! …”
by Anita Fritzinger on 1 Center Street in High Bridge, New Jersey. (Coordinates: 40.66943° N, 74.89492° W).
The invention was a convenient byproduct of Anita’s dismay over the over-powering aroma of Bong Water in her son, Richie’s bedroom. Richie and his friend, me, walked into the room and noticed how fresh it smelled in his bedroom that day. His mom had always did his laundry and cleaned his room, but this day he as fresher, … different! Richie reached behind his bedpost to pull his bong out and noticed that a sock had been stuffed in the mouthpiece!
The Bong Sock hath been invented!
Thirty-one years later, Chip shall recall:
I’ll never forget the day we walked into Little Richie’s room the first time his mom put a sock in his bong.
HBMS
It smelled so fresh in his room that day!
His mom invented the Bong Sock!
CIRCA 1995 A.D. C.E.
