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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Songs From My Morning Walk

After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash
And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor
Could it be our boy's done somethin' rash?

 - Mack the Knife - Bobby Darin

One thing consists of consistence
And it's that we're all battling fear

 - Car Radio - Twenty One Pilots

You're my consciousness
I can't get no sleep
You're my consciousness
Your kiss is so sweet
You're my consciousness
Erogenous
You're my reality now
 - Original Sin - TwoBuckHowie with the Exact Change

Well somebody told me you had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential, I've got potential
 

- Somebody Told Me - The Killers

In time or so I'm told
I'm just another soul for sale, oh well
The page is out of print, we are not permanent
We're temporary, temporary
Same old story
 

- The Pretender - Foo Fighters

Machine gun screams
rat-a-tat-tat
That's what it's all about
Everyone scream and shout
 - El Salvador - TwoBuckHowie with the Exact Change

One of these mornings, you're goin' to rise up singin'
Then you spread your wings and you'll take the sky
But 'til that mornin', there's nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by
 

- Summertime - Billie Holiday

When I wake up, yeah I know Im gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
When I go out yeah I know Im gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
And If I get drunk, yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver whatever that means
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you
 

- I Would Walk 500 Miles - The Proclaimers

You're like a drug to me
A luxury
My sugar and gold 
- Handclap - Fitz and the Tantrums
  

I know you're evil and wicked inside
I thought I could live with it and swallow my pride
- Don't Take the Children - TwoBuckHowie with the Exact Change



This is,
Listening To These Songs While I Was On My Walk This Morning,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.”
- William Shakespeare -


That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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