The B Group. The B is the New A.
The A is a front to shadow the B.
And now its all bogus. The sad fact that I fell for the hi tech propaganda.
The end of recent blood shed came promised as Immediate.
Then 16.
Then 23.
And the We sit by,
watching them dramatize the situation with the chewing on of their silk ties.
And while its projecting off the boob tube for the youth seeking truth,
were missing the meeting of the B group with the A.
(Oh, Rabbit here's a carrot.)
Hotel Corridors have dancing puppets on the wall, 130 guests with strings attached to money, money, money.
(Out from behind the worlds closed windows)
What is that the We see?
The blank stare of the B and A easy peas mind.
They have peace cause they know they are going to end the pain for everyone, including themselves,by destroying EVERYTHING!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
The Lodge
I needed to find a way inside the lodge at the end of the street. I grabbed my typewriter, put it inside its charming case and began walking. I knocked special, by chance I got it right ad the door opened.
I assumed I would see beer coolers, kegs, old men, suits, draft handles.... but none of that was their. The man behind the desk was making notes inside of a binder and two women sat on a couch behind me.
"What would you like?" he said.
"A beer if you got it."
He looked around and said he was out of beer. He pulled out a water jug filled with wine and poured me a tall glass of Red. He then gave me the vat with the remaining wine and sediment.
The girl on the couch, silent, odd, was drinking her wine from the bottom half of a hookah. I sat on the couch and suddenly felt this odd feeling of sitting in a family members living room. The father was polishing the bar top, the young girl, with her short shorts declining inward, was examining her thigh for stretch marks and the mother was cheating on a crossword puzzle.
I quickly realized that this was not the location that the Free Masons come to and have their meetings. Or was it? I couldn't be sure. No no no, it couldn't be. I had screwed up with my assumptions, read to much into the secretive vibes the building gave off.
I decided to finish my wine, sediment and all, and get up and leave. Half way home, drunk and stupid, (thinking what my explanation would have been if asked about the typewriter) I realized I had left my Royal, case and all! I rushed back, trying to remember the "secret knock". Would it matter though? I mean the knock could probably be any knock, my mistake was in thinking one was needed!
I reached the door. I tried the handle. They didn't lock it. I opened the door and their they stood, the man in his underwear, the two females completely naked and my typewriter,directly in the middle, surrounded by their sweating bodies.
They all looked at me like I now new something.
I assumed I would see beer coolers, kegs, old men, suits, draft handles.... but none of that was their. The man behind the desk was making notes inside of a binder and two women sat on a couch behind me.
"What would you like?" he said.
"A beer if you got it."
He looked around and said he was out of beer. He pulled out a water jug filled with wine and poured me a tall glass of Red. He then gave me the vat with the remaining wine and sediment.
The girl on the couch, silent, odd, was drinking her wine from the bottom half of a hookah. I sat on the couch and suddenly felt this odd feeling of sitting in a family members living room. The father was polishing the bar top, the young girl, with her short shorts declining inward, was examining her thigh for stretch marks and the mother was cheating on a crossword puzzle.
I quickly realized that this was not the location that the Free Masons come to and have their meetings. Or was it? I couldn't be sure. No no no, it couldn't be. I had screwed up with my assumptions, read to much into the secretive vibes the building gave off.
I decided to finish my wine, sediment and all, and get up and leave. Half way home, drunk and stupid, (thinking what my explanation would have been if asked about the typewriter) I realized I had left my Royal, case and all! I rushed back, trying to remember the "secret knock". Would it matter though? I mean the knock could probably be any knock, my mistake was in thinking one was needed!
I reached the door. I tried the handle. They didn't lock it. I opened the door and their they stood, the man in his underwear, the two females completely naked and my typewriter,directly in the middle, surrounded by their sweating bodies.
They all looked at me like I now new something.
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