Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Howdy heidi howly hoodie ho. Yeah, I know, onomoteipeia, or however you spell it, is like the epitome of 1982, but you know whut? Fuck all that, let’s go back to 1982. I’ll lead the charge. You can take your lions, your tigers, and your howler monkeys and ship them back across the aegean, cuz I’m telling ya, people think it’s all aboot the benjies, but that ain’t even half of it kid, not even a quarter, ok, maybe a third, but it’s whut’s in there champ, in here, in that special place, not your mind, your ticker, jack, your heart, el corazon as the greek put it so eloquently on stage in Casablanca. Despite the fact of nothing of that being right, it does not make it incorrect. Wait, reverse that. Then it is indubitably irrefutable. Ask anyone. Take Shirley there, literally. Har har. You just gotta keep doing whut you do, you know? Like cat mobley’s house getting robbed. That’s the attitude, mayne. He just gonna keep on keeping on, hoping that the robber’s use the money for something useful & that it helped them and that it’s not someone he knew and trusted jackin him for beats. And if it is, life moves on, pitter patter pitter patter, and you reevaluate, and you push riff raff to the side, bring in reinforcements, batten down the hatches, figger out who’s real & who’s fake and who’s faking to be real and repping the credentials but waving a flag of noncommittal selfish snake infested watershed idealistics grounded in nothing but greed and quarterstackin, if there’s any difference, and even if there ain’t. not that there’s anything wrong with greed, hey, ya know, it’s like ayn rand said, not necessarily selfishness, but the idea that ego is what drives the world, we are what we are and the ones that think they’re the best are the best? Or the worst. I can’t remember. Is it Tuesday or Thursday? Once we confirm that I can put it in a blender and hit puree and get back to you in the morning with my special weekly lock pick of the month. It’s guaranteed with a gigantic Cadillac escalade on 62’s. yes, it’s almost a monster truck. With leather interior and a plasma screen so big I had to rip holes in the frame. You understand, there are certain standards that need to applicated and adhered to when you roll this deep. Gracias.