song title/ internet dilema.

charity is what buries you after you've been shot.
goya

those who lack imagination have no way of imagining what they lack

art is the ghetto


chicago was the home of my first bands record label and where we recorded.
there was no internet or cell phones then. we recorded a tape and made a bunch of phone calls, mailed some letters and drove around the country. not much known of us or the places we were about to go . we played with lots of bar bands in small towns to an audience that were disappointed we didn't know how to play "freebird". now you have noise art bands in small towns in wyoming who know all the bands on load records and their side projects.
there is also something similar to how nostalgic fashion and song writing plays out in this. kids in midwest small town who watch t.v. reality shows about kids in malibu highschool and copy that culture. kids in gas station mechanic clothes in chicago who have no idea what a carburetor is but can play rocket from the crypt songs on guitar. kids in sanfransisco wearing 1984 hip hop brooklyn style clothes carrying boomboxes playing a lightning bolt tape that doug e fresh would have hated. is it going some where? reality is cycling inward, like devo record grooves,
is there going to a big leveling of the playing field or just more ways to sell stuff.
today there are so many bands that sound like the yardbirds and dress like donavon while having ironic madona and duran duran albums on their ipods
it all makes true originals stand out. if some one can withstand all these layers of products and still be able to be themselves= watch out. how do you do it without brain damage?
walking is a good way to start. it can be passive entertainment if you want it to be. instead of watching tv go for a walk. dangerous . people see you, like you are a reality show. you see them .. just like reality!

zodiac compass
wind up zodiac
needs to chill
blows its nose to hurt its ears

star fighter continuum

oooh, bubbles

i really really hate cows

"small male crowd"

philharmonic dread

tooo key western

the acid trip option

my parents made me wear an eyepatch when watching sat morning cartoons

very rapid dog pants

Pokeable by knife

juicy punch

machine shoots out ball

"my big concern: is it pokeable by knife"

unmeasured death of a unique vision

halo contender

lost promises of small children

her upside down vessel

bought love/ disposable pants

accordion pinchers for bush

drummer

• there are two places in berkeley to get your wheel chair fixed.

one is a repairshop called "wheelchairs of berkeley" the other is me.
this city has the highest concentration of people with disabilities.

there use to be three other places to get wheelchairs repaired when i started working with the disabled.

Johnsons medical supply is in a grey area in this resource, they supply everything from rental chairs, walkers, commodes to catheters, humidifiers and bed pans.

today i got called to pick up a broken wheelchair from johnsons medical supply after the client transfered herself into a rented wheel chair.
this took longer than i expected because the client was afraid of everything and wanted
to have a lot explained to her, over and over.
while i was waiting a older black guy - probably in his 60's came up to the counter and announced that he was here for some "pee pads for my wife... i don't know what size or nuthin bra"
the man was dressed as a 2o year old hip hop kid with over sized shirt and new baseball cap
put on sideways.
" yo, bra, " " hey, i want what ever it is to keep her from peeing all over the bed!"
the guy kept yelling after the people left the counter to go back in to a storage room
" i just got out of a dance class!" "
they paid me 20 dollars to have these girls shake their ass
right in my face!"
he took off his hat and wiped his face with a handkerchief that was an old man giveaway.
they came back with a big package and said "ten bucks"
the guy pulled out his 20.
im sure he enjoyed earning the 20 and yet i couldn't help but want
the pads to be free to him.
i know we all eventually end up there. old and falling apart. needing some one
to take care of us in reverse infancy.
or, like my dad, we just die suddenly in an unexpected turn of events, bankrupt with huge personal debts i got to hear about for years.
either way since we all end up like that isn't there a way we can channel some of the billions
of dollars our country goes thru in exploits else where twords a somewhat natural end, rather
than such an undignified scramble and hustle by those who are most directly hit?
a more immediate problem was the client i was waiting for didn't understand that i fixed her
chair by the time she had gotten into the rental.
it was simply a bad connection in a wire that was the first thing i looked for and it just
took a little tightening. she wanted me to take the chair and fix it since that is what she had
most likely been planning for over who knows how many days.
rather than spend an equivelent time trying to get her to understand the repair i pushed her
chair out side and got in the chair and rode it up to a burrito shop. i knew the repair was good
but i justified my charade as a disabled customer ordering a burrito (where they offered to bring
the burrito to my table) was to test the chair for other malfunctions.
people get out of your way when youre in a chair. kids stare, adults ignore, smiles are blatantly non flirtatious, but sweetly condescending.