you wanted a space
program:
you got it;
just say the magical
words
at the magical
time
with your magical
money

Johnny Thunders has a song called "It's Not What You Say, It's What You Don't Say." Darby Crash was good with words. Pat Smear was good with guitar. Pretty fun stuff. They wanted to open for David Bowie and Queen. They knocked on Freddie Mercury's hotel room because they wanted to talk to him. This song is about a fantasy, a winning dream. I wonder if that girl who is on the cover of Teen Vogue right now will ever hear this song or look at my dumb blog. Here's hoping. I like this world a lot. I like photographs and the movie Blade Runner. There are some real pretty robots in that one.





Does she have empathy?
Can Rachael feel things?
I hope so. That makes things fun.
Or hopefully she is programmed to at least seem real.
I would like to get to know a robot like that.
So would my endorphins.

david bowie and the politics of space


You see Ziggy
and he is not just
being

a thing from
this material
world;

You need
to be conquered
by a force

that is strange
and makes
you feel

really good
and far
away.

This band is from Los Angeles. I think that my favorite music comes from that city now. There must be lots to do there, lots to explore.

I made this video at my parents' on Easter Sunday. It was fun. I love looking for striking images to accompany my words. The Mia Farrow in bed pics, Led Zeppelin and Sissy Spacek's eyes are my favorites. I like watching this once in a while.

sweet love song
about true love;
i don't know
what it is,
but it is
and can last
as long as this song
or more

thanks to this, there is that
which is sexier
and more ready

the ugly ones are for her young health

she is looking for
sadness,
her wires
are freezing,
from her winning
talents;
give her an old
person
or some other
lonely
animal
to reflect upon;
she needs
comfort
in knowing
that it is
good
to be
unknown

tracing spiral shapes over a living, sweet dream

there is meaning
in space::::::::
don't fill it
with concrete
or reasonable old words,
or vulgar
nothing words
at the wrong time
()in the wrong
()space;
just look
at the walls,
each one
is special

i hope you
have fun
with these forming
and disolving

repeating

there was no beginging
and it's not time to cry

good

because i'm not feeling that now

i want to think about the 1970s

A PARDON EXTENDED TO *ALL*

batman needs some work to do in the living cities

everything
gets too blank
too empty

and we call
for tricks
and pranks
and pirates

we call
for rock and roll
and opera
and success
for criminals and poets
and critics of poets

maybe a new nation
maybe a new nation

marching
dancing
glass breaking
table manners

obama was not the answer