oh it's all so easy now cept there's never any !@#$& money. money is the drug for sure. beagle zilchard sort of always had it and quin never. (i did not much notice the lack in those first years in nacogdoches for i had a technocratic vision of society with the university ascendant - indeed this early social mind model is what most nearly twins me to dumbass negroes. there was some rags and beans appalachian style poverty on view in east texas in those days. third world shit. makes it easier to feel prosperous.)
work suit party last night. after dinner memoir presentation on life as a young lieutenant in perfidious albion army. during q and a clarification i hear this: "of course there're lots of regiments where a private income is essentially a requirement... all the guards regiments.." jobs for the boys. maybe i have the last pair of american ears in this catastrophe zombie landscape that this should horrify me so in the banality of its offhand relation and the fact no one at table made a sound in response. i should like to infer they were shocked, but i fear it not so. and these are fucking allies. freedom's just another word for nothing else to lose.
two new songs appearing soon: "heffalumps are gay." "don't count yr. chickens 'fore dey hatch."
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