Brothers, and Sisters,
Bring the evolution -- bring the funk.
The funk is the beat and the "click" now the pen stroke.
Regarding the latest with the grays, there is little -- it appears many have tired of said topic, including the infiltrators, and this has put the entire "attack" on hold.
This is indifference, a state I don''t dig -- who does?
Many it would appear.
Many many people I encounter at the Cat and the Fiddle are infected by indifference, and compounding such in many, a hot running pipe of complacency.
I've been there -- pour another over ice -- as what is that action about.
The good fight.
Right on, but that screams so moronic lame -- tired.
Fight the good fight... I'm not sure if it's all about struggle, or sharp stick slinging.
I did it when I was popped out eggs pants, but as time jerked by, it became somewhat clear that fighting as a Jack bird relevant metaphor is only about a 23% of an assistance -- or 17% -- I go back and forth -- regardless, it's not all the ship of creative requires really bring it and float potent.
It's a push off from the dock, but not a tool for navigation and reward... Not booty... I'm not into the entire word "booty" -- it's reminds me to much of cats, and that brings me back to the Cat and the Fiddle and hitting bottles and curves and looking to stay clear of the hairy ghost hands.
Not so much.
Sketch Up... It's like a big wedge of chalk, and at one point, the internet was a blank apartment building wall... Now, not so much.
But regardless, the Jack bird reality is that curves and sex (or if your a chick, it would be a whatever non-curve), is where one needs to go when creativity is fog like drifting.
Bring that.
I was tipping a few with this one "jump back in" action curve, and yeah, she knows Samantha, who by the way is not to be found around the C&F these days -- bring it in cowboy Sam -- so we are tipping and she's all "why do you have to frustrate yourself with all that crazy figuring, your brain is way to noisy."
Thank you for that, Ms. "I want to sleep with a blank ream of paper because my fantasy is more believable to me then."
That's what it's about you know, I've Jack bird seen it a thousand times, the one night stand is driven by pretending in a manner that's uninterrupted by the facts. Not that this is Jack bird bad, but it is a good idea in my deck of 78 call the magician just that, the Jack bird magician.
Anyway, it's creepy sometimes when a curve -- hot or not -- wants you to shut down the spark mean early in the evening so as not to disrupt the dance of "I don't normally do this."
Do not bring that.
I'm talking about something else, not the expected dance, but the slam fantastic -- the relevant slam, and that requires some assistance from culture.
Prince and the Revolution seem to have caught that wave back in the way back day -- 1999 (the record), and/or P Rain -- it was all in synchronicity (and the Police then).
So, when thinking is stuck and tired and pondering all about the complacent mundane fog of "non-bringing," best defense is go to the porn and open your neurons. Open the receptors with some buckle cream and/or ointment, put Mr. Sparks out and let the flesh wash over your ear-balls.
Or one can just quit caring, take up model railroading, embrace the fog, bring it into the basement where your layout will be.
Pour one and see my discontent getting the better of me.
Durant "on tap" Hapke
