babyboomers explode into space...there was nothing there!!!

babyboomers explode and disappear into infinity

and so kiddies it all came to pass.

nothing was delivered.

child torture in new zealand

for once I agree with paukla beenet, minister of social welfare in new zealnd.
she said after the facts came to light that everybody had been busy talking to each other and not one could see the wood for the trees.
exactly.
this country is filled to the gunnels with talkers who are well supplied with smart answers but dont know anything.
all they care about is their pay grade and nto treading on any toes.
and if they are lucky getting some funding and a VAN.
when it actually comes to doing something they are bereft.
they love talking. if they talk about then its done. ISN"T IT?
no it frigging well isnt.
there is no compassion and absolutely no comprehension in the social services.
it has been taken over by fat women who think their own thoughts are facts, a little dab'll do ya, and think they know everything and what they dont know doesn't matter.
post modernistic twats.
thats al I have to say about that for now.
lets see some cahnge in this term of parliament.
some system where the things can garner some insight and understanding.
drug addiction services are the same.
filled with little twerps whou would send you to prison if they could and think that because you are breaking the law that when you go to them for counselling that they can put the arm on you.
they swap that information pretty fast.
alltogether a weak and feeble cohort.

really hip stuff for your christmas

come on kids. if you want the best then you have to take my word for it.

sorry about the other post but I pressed the wrong button and everything disappeared. just like senile dementia!

baby boomers going inane

rip van winkle and pantywaist curmudgeons and old fiddlers.

so I was living in a burned out basement.
with the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement.
f*ck you boy.
thas wotcha get for wot you done.
and the things you didnt
hehehehehehehe.
print the legend.
listening to a homely album from K-tel.
old time fiddle favourites.
they dont make em like that anymore.
why not?
so ya burned them off chuck.
they never moved away.
they got right next to the flame.
to the flame.
like ion streams burning out of Galacticas ganglia.
mass less particles going faster than the speed of light.
past any hope of transformation into something else.
never coming back.
no more nebula.
shining out.
transiting back into the singularity.
and poof.
go Bo.

baby boomers, dingbats, boofheads et al

You Gotta Have This

and this!

went to town this morning. my bloody arm is about falling off. thats about it for the busking this year and maybe next. The crap the doc feeds me is about to send me off sooner or later. It aint good.

anyway.

and then some dingbat came along and set up just along from my pitch?

try the thomas mcguane novel if you can find it.

one of the best.

Heard Inia Te Wiata sing Mary's Boy child on the radio the other day. Very nice.

and.

Try the Dennis Marsh Album. Lovely voice and choice accompanyments.

Very easy to play along with.

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boofheads.

some people think I dont like motorbikes or hotrods.

nup. I'm just indifferent.

where is it written that one has to kiss a bikies ass just because they saw Easy Rider once and can now afford a hardly davidson now that they they are all grown up.

nowhere.

the bone of  contention is noise.

brrrrrrrrrm.

look at me.