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humn
humn
12:02 AM
Don't forget, i'm a BMF, and don't let me forget, i'm a babe in the woods belly up.
Oh, seems the earlier meaning of BMF has fallen off the turnip truck: Bad Muthafucka.
Uh, yeah, I caught them before they were arrested. And threw lemons onto the stage and should've been arrested.
. . . i've mellowed since.
^ that version made it through the rusted curtain once upon a time.
If you don't recognisze the reference, i'm glad for you. As if i ever grew up, it was in the shadows of multiple oppressors:
Swedish, Soviet, USA, . . .
I miss the old country.
Ollut laulu.
"Ollut laulu" is urban Suomi for "sing out."
(Suomi = Finnish. Take your choice.)
From neighbo(u)rs, and from the days of coke (not my problem, i'm naturally amped):
But i sure enjoyed playing with musicians who went the extra nostril.
 
humn
humn
12:56 AM
 
 
7 hours later…
humn
humn
7:27 AM
Yuh, i went to Mass Tech Boys' School at 16. My brother went at 15. (M, MIT, that is.) I was the icebreaker. He is one of many who make what i did look easy.
I made it look difficult. Rap sheet to prove.
Drove 3 and a half thousand miles across country before legal. Scandaliszed future technical moguls before they were old enough to know better and before i could be tried as adult.
And now i'm old and tired. And there are security cameras everywhere.
My older brother lucked out by numbers from the draft, so he enlisted in the old country.
I lucked out by half a year. But so many friends were assigned to kill innocent targets.
None admit to having completed those assignments but each is overburdened with details.
 
humn
humn
7:58 AM
And now USA is threatening everything from each country to all ecosystems.
I do have a sense of humo(u)r but it gets stretched thin.
I was among the fruit in the trees during 1960s protests.
Throwing rotten cabbage on blue bonnets.
And the original:
I can only imagine what the F is new now.
This was new once:
And this never gets old:
I asked a native French speaker to verify my translation. He cried.
Not because my translation was abominable. Because the original is French at its best.
Ensemble!
Tremble.
That is a virtuosa performance masked by faux rudity and lewdity. By the way.
 
humn
humn
9:11 AM
Am i the only Yes fan here?!
"Move me on to any black square. Use me any time you want."
@Hex, you are in a way to me who i am to some others. All someone needs to do is give a sly look and there we go.
You have taken my furtive glances beyond imagination.
As have i for others.
Takes one to know one. On a good day.
Unfortunately, most who have given me that sly look have passed. F!
But they thrived while alive.
I helped, and how, while wallowing in crapitude. Ain't that how it goes?
I promise each to outlive them, without killing 'em.
So far, so far.
Too much said is more than enough.
"Welcome back, my friends. To the show that never ends."
"We're so glad you could attend. We've got thrills and shocks."
"Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies."
^ to misquote
Okay, bye for now.
 
 
8 hours later…
humn
humn
5:29 PM
One love of my life bit the apple. I flatter her beyond words.
For you, @Rand al'flutter you too.
Music Lover/Teacher gave hours of earful. Lucky!
I asked her for a piece. She said, in effect, to crack corn.
Again, and again, i don't portray anything i haven't played, for better or worse.
Yes, i've thrown a slew across cello, in hono(u)r of a sweetheart. Always worth a try.
She appreciated.
And, yes, when i performed the above on instrument intended it worked out. With tears streaming from my eyes.
Tears of joy.
Chicago Transit Authority was cool before they became pop.
 
 
5 hours later…
humn
humn
10:38 PM
And i did. Told Music Lover/Teacher that i've loved her more than half of her miserable life. She replied,
thanks to you!"
 
humn
humn
11:03 PM
Do not forget, i eat puppy dogs and daisies for breakfast, charcoal for lunch, and your ass for supper.
If that don't get me banned . . .
Please don't. I'm a nice guy.
You want me on your side. This is not a threat. It's an opportunity.
I couldn't care less, while caring too much.
"U make me a life of ashes. Guess i'll just take your glasses." Judy in disguise!
There was a time, once as needed, when naughty was dressed nice.
Barbie Doll represented more than obvious. More than intended.
And, yes, i have a Barbie water bottle.
Every sip i take makes me feel soiled.
Not talking about Klaus B. Talking about B Doll.
The bottle was given me by a true-to-life Barbie. Too young, by a mile.
I married her mother.
Bye, again, for now.
 

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