milking it or creaming it...ain't no more cane on the brazos...

Zilcho today.
Had to go back up to masterton today.
Get a top up fo rmy t-stick.
Went yesterday to get physio o my shoulder.
Insisidious ????? on the rotator cuff.
He was only a little chap but he put some effort into it and it feels much better.
Too much finger picking and stuff.
Hell what can a poor boy do but to sing for a rock and roll band?
Spare a thought for the stay at home voter.
His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows.
A parade of gray suited grafters.
Lung Cancer or Polio.
took a walk in the park while I was waiting for the bus home.
Its just about time the council got rid of the cars parking on the oval while the owners go fane daning at the cafe.
That cafe was an innovation by another hyper active transient nitwit looking to gain brownie points generating revue in a burst of 90's neo lib crap.
The park is supposed to be a refuge from the cares of the world and and not an extesnion of it.
some people just dont get it.
Unless the world is equal to the noise in their heads or the latest magazine they read then its no good.
yeah right.
they should spend some time looking at themselves instead of hunting  as much money as they can so they can bah highing off to Israel promoting world peace.
I want some peace HERE!



God defend new Zealand from JOhn Key and the manques who want to change the flag.
What a gang of emptyheaded juveniles who cant even read yet pretend to some advanced knowledge about what the rest of us want and wrap it up in management speak as if we gonna swallow it because it sounds good to them.
If you dont have any pride in the flag we have now then,
F*ck off.

Sitting here thinking about Rosemary Mcleods column this a.m. in the Dompost.
The funny thing is that I loved maryjane more than anything else in the whole wide world but now I am indifferent. As one dude from the 60's said to me, "if my consciousness isn't expanded by now then it never will be".
hahahahahahahahaha.

Thanks for the insight Rosemary but you should have given the LSD revisionists a shot. It never was any good for anything and the idiots who are now trying to make something out of nothing out of the Psychedelic shop are just post modernists who haven't had enough micrograms yet.
Wait till they have had enough and then a couple years on largactil or fluothenazine to bring them back down and then test their brain function.

and today I found Will Penny in the hospice shop. The one about the old cowboy who finds love but has to ride away.
very strange.
anyway every addiction has as primary goal to prevent the addict feeling their true thoughts and feelings and now I want to know what they are and the shit just just gets in the way.
I think about all the great music made in the 60's and how it relied on stuff for inspiration and execution and I can never forget it but it disappears into the past now and maybe thats for the best?
Think of 'Have You Ever Loved A Woman' off Layla And Other Love Songs and how much smack and coke and dope it took to get the confidence to play the 'Lines' and the choruses and its breathtaking but just an artifact now.
Nobody really gives a stuff.
so I sit here writing this and listening to Snowblind Friend by Steppenwolf and giving thanks for making it.